My very first Accounting class is already making me doubt my pursuit of being an Accounting major. I can only hope that it gets easier for me to wrap my head around as the class continues.

I thought I knew what I wanted to do; maybe not so much.

Fuck. I still can’t sleep. I didn’t even take a nap today, still running on last night’s sleep.

I have a test on virtue theory tomorrow, ew. Aristotle was bloody brilliant, but he would be ashamed to know how much I actually studied.

Speaking of class, my Ethics professor purposely divide our class by race today; white and people of color. We discussed white privelage and its connection to virtue. It was highly uncomfortable at first, but the conversation that came out of it was something to be remembered.

My class is at Normandale and there is quite a big age range in general classes such as Ethics so it was very interesting to hear comments from not only people of different race but also different age and social status.

Did you know that Minnesota is the most racially divided state as far as living goes, but we have the highest percentage of mixed race couples? Fancy that.

I don’t know why I stay up late knowing I have class in the morning. I do nothing.

I wonder how that will go when I have an 8AM class next session.

Last semester’s Dean’s List has my name on it. Let’s see how long that stays; I mean it.

02:44 is as proper of a bedtime as any.

My first session of summer classes is coming to an end more quickly than I expected. Next week is the last week of class and finals already. I suppose when I have class four days a week and work the other three, my perception of time is a bit skewed.

There’s the slightest chance my family might be taking a trip to Chicago for a few days over Fourth of July weekend. It’s still pretty close to home but if we do, this would mark the first family trip since I was in grade school. I’m not getting my hopes up, but it would be nice to go, I love Chicago (from what I can remember).

Have you ever talked to someone through IM and then completely lost contact with them for awhile? I started signing onto my old screen names today. Nostalgia washed over me as I tried to remember some of the people that were still on my buddy list: people from my middle school, web designers I met, and some people I became friends with via some social networking community. It’s a shame, really, that I don’t really talk to them anymore. My friendships have definitely changed, but for the few that I still talk to from the days of my first screen name, I am eternally grateful.

I would rather sit here and think about how much I am procrastinating than to actually write my paper. It’s pretty bad, even more so now that it’s so nice out and my mindset is with summer. I have a feeling the work I turn in tomorrow will simply be dreadful. It doesn’t help either that I’m still not really sure what the hell I am supposed to write about. Utilitarianism? What?

I don’t know why I always put things off. It’s doubly hard for me because I can be such a perfectionist when it comes to these things. Add that to starting things last minute and you get a very stressed grumpy Tina.

The world wide web will be the death of me.