I'm in THAT mood. The one where you can't comprehend the work you have to do. When you know you should go to sleep, but the bed is too far away. All you can do it stare at the computer screen or a book and think "Shit, program filing begins next week. I still have no clue what I want to major in". It's practically November. What am I doing, sitting here, not studying for my Japanese written midterm?

I want to talk to my History of Islamic Cultures professor. He seems like he knows so much. But I don't know how to do that, approach teachers and just chat. I have to have a reason, or I'm uncomfortable. I like his class. A lot. I was wondering if taking arabic would be as painful as Japanese. Probably just as bad. I was wondering if majoring in religion or sociology would be a cop out. Somehow, my brain doesn't want to accept majoring in any "fluffy" subjects. Or maybe that's just the voice of my uncle saying nothing but science is good enough. Why my uncle? Because out of my immediate family, he's the one who puts the most value on smart-ness.

I think this is some state of shock. I need to stop this semi-freaking out.