I've been writing for the Odyssey for almost two years. That's over one hundred articles, with a new one due each week. Coming up with something captivating to write every Wednesday is no easy task, especially when you're not paid to do it and are also trying to balance college and work. So today, I'm going to do something a little different, because I just can't think of anything to write about.

College is the usual.

Go to class.

Skip class.

Sleep through class.

Take notes as fast as you can.

Powerpoints. Presentations. Posters. Papers.

Endless papers.

Nothing new, and I still can't think of anything to write about.

Politics is the usual.

Trump said this. Trump said that.

The right wants this, and the left demands that.

Trump tweeted, again?

Another school shooting.

A volatile stock market.

Marches. Movements. Media meltdowns.

It's all madness.

Nothing new, and I still can't think of anything to write about.

These are few of my favorite things:

The color green.

Mac n' cheese.

My bed.

Football.

Vodka and cranberry.

Movie days.

But this is nothing new, and I still can't think of anything to write about.

Adulting sucks.

The sink is full of dishes.

The electric bill needs to be paid.

Trash day is Tuesday, and only Tuesday.

I can't afford groceries this week.

Tuition is 3 months overdue.

It's fine. I'm fine.

Nothing new, and I still can't think of anything to write about.

I'm racking my brain.

Gun control.

Surviving college.

Staying motivated.

Making new friends.

Losing friends.

Anxiety.

Sports.

Underage drinking.

Good grades.

Family.

Nothing new - been there, written that.

I can't think of anything to write this week. Maybe my brain is dead, or maybe there's just nothing exciting to tell the world.

So there, I've written a bunch of something about absolutely nothing. And it'll have to do.