Creativity, please!

I am reading The Bohemian Manifesto.
Not because I am Bohemian, but I secretly wish to be one.
I love the arts, but sadly I am not artistic.
And I have too many material things that I simply cannot live without
i.e. my cellphone and Jeep unit.

I would love to be a writer, but as you can tell from my blogs...I can't write. Once in awhile, I'll come up with some wonderful piece of work. In the fourth grade, I wrote a short story about a heroin and a witch that won an award...I wish I could find that! In my junior year of high school, I wrote a story about a cheerleader who had an affair with the basketball coach. That was pretty awesome. And most papers I write turn out getting high grades--so why do I lack creativity when it actually matters to me? I want to write poetry, I want to write a book or even the comic with Mish, and I want to write journal/blog entries that will actually interest my audience.

At least I am going to school for something I am passionate about. Now, only if I could get through all those stupid classes that I have to take, but have nothing to do with my major!

Oi.....