Hey party people, thanks for amking my last semester at ASU so fun. And Carol & Nancie, thank you for teaching me something I always wanted to know. My resume will be much prettier now.

But as for issues to discuss, I want to talk about "the holidays." You know how every year people spout that it's not the gift - giving that counts, and that commercialism has taken over what was once all about family and community? Well, how come we're still running around like turkeys buying nonsense? I say, let's stop giving presents, period. Not even the homemade ones you gave freshman year since you spent all your money on beer. Instead, we should be writing letters to one another, and taking one another out to lunch, and basically communicating with the people in our lives while we still have time. My grandmother isn't getting any younger and I'm not getting any less busy, so instead of a smelly candle, I'm giving her three pages of the thoughts of her granddaughter and how much I miss her. Because to me, it's more important that our loved ones KNOW how we feel about them, not that their homes smell like primrose.

So that's my idea for the season, and to spearhead this movement let me say this: you guys are all great, and I've learned so much by seeing the work you have all contributed this semester. Way to rock those font poems, and all your navbars were much cooler than mine. Good job, and good luck in all your futures.

It's the end of the semester, and I really want to raise my grade. Carol, you said it: "Keep blogging. This will be part of your grade—not what you say, but how much you participate."
This is my second blog today. Yeah!

did you know that "bra" means good in Norwegian? I feel pretty bra today. Other words worth knowing is: fart means trip/jouney, hell means luck, barn means child/children, rape means burp... and there are a few more words that mess me up sometimes, but these are the must-know ones. So anyway, I hope everybody's having a day full of hell, that you have a bra, safe fart to school and that you can abstain from raping after lunch, especially if there are barn nearby.

I suppose I should get blogging now that I've almost caught up to everything in school.... Probably still a few days behind. Cheers to the final semester.

But I actually want to talk about Downtown Phoenix. I am graduating so don't put too much thought into any part of ASU moving there. But damn. It's a scary place. I work promotions and tonight we were outside America West Arena. It's a nice arena, if you don't stray too far from the bordering sidewalks. I can't stand feeling like I'm in a place where I'm about to be attacked at any second.

So it's Adios, ASU for me. But I hope down the road any departments at ASU or changes to Downtown Phoenix make it a better place. Or atleast feel a little safer.

Why is the word "bra" singular but the word "panties" plural? I mean, they are both single articles of clothing. What gives?

Is it like cacti and octopi?

Words maaan, they're craaazy!

The New Times story was great, it finally shed some light on how horrible Crow really is. The person who decided he would be good for this University should be shot! I'm glad someone finally let the Valley know how horrible he is and how quick he jumps when people with money tell him to. I get it, you have to get money for your school. You don't have to sell your soul to the devil to do so. So what, you saw a nipple! Big freakin' deal, grow up! If you don't want to see it, don't look. Be an adult and take responsibility for yourself. You can control what you see, not what everybody else sees.

-Ashley Barker

I have much to be thankful for. Family, friends and the place I call home. The United States is a wondrous place. We're not perfect, but no place is. It is however, a place where we try to correct our mistakes and move forward as a nation. Thank you all who are in this class you have taught me so much. I am a luck girl.

Hey ya'll. Whazzup. How ya doin? I was driving home from work tonight feeling mighty American, stuffing my face with McD junk, talking on my cell, and changing radio stations while stearing the car with my knees, looking forward to Thanksgiving. Nothing's more American than Thanksgiving. As a Norwegian I feel honored that ya'll (see, I'm a real Texan cowgirl, dreaming of riding into the sunset with W) every year celebrate the day the Vikings introduced turkey to the Native Americans. The fact that most Turks are Muslims, and most Americans think Muslims are bad guys doesn't seem to matter on this day of...eating... Everyone loves Turkey. I think this year, though, we might have Iraq stuffed with bush instead of Turkey stuffed with stuffing...and stuff. Anyway, so I was driving home, like, you know, totally listening to the radio, feeling super American---until I caught myself singing along to "Valking in a Vinter Vonderland". I feel Norvegian again now. Happy Thanksgiving to you all!

What's the big deal anyway? We've all seen naked breasts from the day we were born. Even Crow and Fulton must have sucked on their mom's nipples in their early days?! While I respect that Ira Fulton and I have very different religious beliefs, I don't think that gives him the right to tell the rest of the world (or at least the ASU community) what is right and what is wrong. He's got money but that doesn't make him God. Ira Fulton does however have the right, like everybody else, to voice his opinion but he should not be able to censor the university's independent newspaper. On the other hand, if anybody ever says anything bad about Norway, I'll call our King and have him start a war (on terror) over here!