As I was trying to rack my exhausted brain for what exactly to write about in the entertainment world, I realized my life is too consumed by TV, movies, music and the Internet to choose just one thing for this column. I previously wrote about the fabulous life of Barbie and the harsh truths of TLC’s “What Not To Wear.” This time, however, my mind is unwilling to focus on one topic.

I could inform you about how I have seen every episode of “Boy Meets World,” but besides the typical sympathy for Cory screwing up his life or wanting to be the girl in Shawn Hunter’s arms, I don’t have much to say.

I could tell you what you’re missing out on in the world of reality TV, like how reality shows on Vh1 are my new obsession during the late night hours. But besides buses full of the trashy girls hoping to marry a C-list celebrity and high school dropouts begging for money and fame, there’s not a whole lot of material to cover.

I could write about how I hear a song on the radio and think it’s absolute crap, only to find myself singing it in the shower or about how I get excited to hear a new song in my car, only to hate it the second I download it.

Dear “Right Round” by Flo Rida: You can die now. Thanks.

I could write about What Happens In Vegas, starring Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher, possibly the best movie-ever. And since HBO is airing the movie right now, it’s standard to have it on in my apartment at all times.

I could write about my addiction to celebrity gossip websites, like Perez Hilton, but that’s pretty typical of anyone wanting to know what the rich and famous and messy do with their time and money, or about how much time I waste on a trivia website, Sporcle. My friend Collin opened my eyes to this trivia phenomenon, and I wasted four hours in the business school. Thanks Collin.

But you probably don’t care. Why would you care about how annoying, but addicting, songs can be for me? Why would you care I had a massive crush on Shawn Hunter in my “Boy Meets World” watching days?

You might care about Sporcle . . . if you don’t mind wasting your hours away. You’ve been warned.

So, here is what I think you will care about: when I space out throughout the day, during class or work, I observe all of you.

No … not in a creepy way.

I just think people are fascinating. To me, you are all characters that I would write into a show or a book. One day, you just might find yourself in a book I write about the people I have met.

Between my pop culture education courtesy of reality TV, my non-creepy observations of people in everyday life and my awesome ability to space out at any moment, I think I am fully capable of writing the BEST. BOOK. EVER.

So, you’ve been warned. On the bright side, you could be one my characters.

You could be famous!

XOXO

Windmills of My Mind is a column written by a different contributor every week on memories about a film, book, play, song, or piece of art. Interested in writing one? E-mail the editor at [email protected].