I just wrote an entire column, saved it as "this is horrible," and then deleted it.
Without going into too much detail, the last 500 or so words I typed into my beloved Dell laptop were full of complaints, exaggerations, and pathetic lines begging for sympathy.
As I am hours away from good old South Jersey right now, the last thing I need is anyone feeling sorry for me and my typical, busy college schedule.
I forced myself to hit the delete button, effectively pushing my bedtime for tonight an hour or so back, because I realized that there was no passion in what I wrote.
It was just one long moan dedicated to the lack of direction in my future. Earlier today, I became conscious of the fact that I have been on hiatus from The Herald for several weeks now.
Adjusting back to the college life is difficult. There's no denying that. But, there is also no excusing the fact that I have remained silent for these past few weeks.
I'm not going to apologize with excuses. One of the first rules of journalism: Tell the truth.
So, here it is: I had nothing to write about, and this is where the problem lies.
How in the world could an involved, college-loving, 19-year-old in the nation's capital have nothing to muse over?
Admittedly, I have always been pretty up-to-speed with pop culture. I downloaded the newest radio singles.
I always knew when a new movie came out in the theaters. I even knew when Jennifer Anniston got a haircut.
This all changed when I got to college. It's almost like I arrived here and was immediately sucked into a little Georgetown universe.
I knew nothing outside of 37th and O streets, except for maybe that party on Saturday night on N Street.
College course work plus a job in the mailroom added to cheerleading for both football and basketball equals zero time for much else.
Sadly, after an entire year in Washington, D.C., I still haven't seen any of the monuments, been to the White House, or even Pentagon City.
Prince Charles, Condoleezza Rice, and the former President of Iran have all recently visited Georgetown University, and I didn't have a clue of their presence until I was physically blocked from crossing campus by dozens of official looking men in black suits and fully-armed police men.
Not only am I completely out of touch with any political current events, but I didn't even know Jessica Simpson was dating John Mayer until after they broke up.
I mentioned at the beginning of this column that I don't want to complain. That may seem like where this column is heading, but in fact, it is actually to express my enthusiasm at none other than a class of mine this semester.
I am enrolled in an Intro to Journalism class for this fall, and besides the obvious chance to improve my writing and learn about journalism in general, I am most excited about the off-campus opportunities this class is going to present me with.
First, I have several assignments in the class that force me to leave my Georgetown bubble.
We are required to report on events or speeches that occur off-campus. Gasp.
Second, it is mandatory that we peruse the front page of The Washington Post on a daily basis in preparation for possible, weekly pop quizzes.
As one of the only politically unaware Georgetown students around, I am excited to finally come up to speed on the workings of the nation and Washington, D.C. in general.
So, the plan is to become more informed and to, at long last, learn about what surrounds me here in the nation's capital, but don't worry about any radical changes in the lighthearted nature to my columns and personality.
I am still looking forward to the delivery of my Us Weekly and Cosmopolitan magazines. Next time Britney Spears has a baby, I'll be the first to know.