My Process writing.. (I DONT KNOW WHAT NUMBER)

I sat on my bed, thinking and thinking about what I was going to write about. I'm no0t too much into material things like most people are, so my paper would not have been that good had i wrote about my cellular phone, or a cup, or a mug. I decided that i wanted to write about something meaningful, and significant to me in my life. Stephanie threw a curve ball when she said that we cant tell stories, and make narratives. It was so hard to figure out how i was going to write about something that i didn't care about, and describe it to a T. I sat on my bed for about 2 hours, looking at TV, trying to come up with something to write about. nothing had come up. I even tried playing a game with myself; the first commercial that came up, no matter what it was i would have to describe it. I did. it was a sprint commercial for some new phone that was supposedly coming out. I wrote a little about it and got so everlasting bored. I hated the assignment even more. I ripped the ages and threw them across my room like a kid spitting out steamed spinach. I pouted for awhile, and finally i decided to pull myself together. I then wrote about the country kitchen. I felt alot better knowing that i was secretly talking about a time rather than a material thing, unknowingly making it harder on myself to describe the restaurant without telling a story. I found myself going deep into detail and even giving dialogue. This is going to be a good ass paper i thought to myself. Only to find myself coming up short when being graded by the beast, the queen, the ruler of writing. ugh.. writing sucks.