Have you ever had an essay or article due, and could not for the life of you been able to come up with anything to write? It happens to me all the time. Either I have enough on a topic to write a book, or I can barely write a sentence on the subject. There is no in between.

For example, I have started this essay at least 20 times, each time with a different subject in mind. I began once writing about sexism. A majority of the people I've spoken with about the topic seem to think it's no longer an issue. I have both experienced sexism and witnessed it. It is an issue and it should not be ignored simply because someone hasn't personally experienced it.

I then began to write about "fuck-ups." I think it's quite ironic that 99 percent of the people my age seem to think that they are "just another fuck-up." In all actuality, to be human is to be a "fuck-up." Literally no one on Earth is perfect, therefore literally everyone has fucked up a few times. I think everyone should stop being so hard on themselves, but that's easier said than done.

Then I began thinking about changes, and how everything is constantly changing, but you rarely notice how much things are changing until that chapter of your life has closed. I can never decide whether it is better to stop to think about the changes while they are happening and be a little overwhelmed, or to not think about the changes at all and go with the flow.

My mind then jumped to relationships. It's amazing to think that someone can go from a complete stranger to someone you can no longer imagine your life without. Of course that doesn't happen overnight, but it often feels like it does.

Then coffee. It seems that coffee is a top priority for many of today's adults. As it has been pointed out to me, coffee is something those people feel they need in order to have priorities. I can't say that I don't enjoy a nice cup of coffee in the mornings, but the outcome of my day certantly isn't affected by the beverage.

Dreams. Recently, I've began to write my dreams down as soon as I wake up. When I first wake up, the dream seems relevent and makes sense. About an hour later, I can only remember key features of the dream and it no longer seems relevant. There has to be a science to dreams, but I have never heard anyone know actual facts about dreams. To clarify, I do not mean the state of counciousness humans are in when they are dreaming, I mean our actual dreams.

Roommates. I consider my roommates family. Like family, they are slowly driving me insane, even though we've only lived together a few weeks. I love all three of my roommates and know that they're there for me, but man, I don't what I'd do if we didn't all have single rooms.

I'll admit, I am a rambler...there were many other subjects that crossed my mind, but those were the dominant ones. Did you notice how I wrote this whole paper, but didn't really cover anything?

This, my dear reader, is the end. I do apologize for wasting your time, but after all, I did have a deadline to meet.