Get those Juices Flowing - (an Ode to the Creative People)

**Disclaimer: Notice that the title of this blog is a perfect "That's what she said.."


I wish I was creative. I really do. I try so hard, but rarely succeed. And it seems so unfair. Yea, I know. My mom always told me, "Life isn't fair." But really, why didn't I get some brain that has innovative brain power that produces magnificent ideas.?
Since I have no imagination whatsoever, lets take a look at the people who I envy with a fiery passion:

• J.K. Rolling- Yes, I have touched on this subject. But really J.K., where did you get the idea to write about a scrawny, dark haired boy who constantly conquers death in a battle of good wizards vs. nasty, mean, violet dark arts masterminds? Like I can't even imagine trying to write that. And she wrote SEVEN of them. If I could have just a sliver of her juices, I would be content. 
• Speaking of Harry Potter and Creative-ness:

I know. Nuts. 

Watch the guy on the left, he's got the best facial expressions. 

• Hello Rebecca Black. Yes, people hate you. But you are a creative genius. Creating a terrible song and putting it on YouTube-concluding in a viral video that brought in so much attention (negative I might add) that it was removed from the internet. And now, you are in music videos with Katy Perry. (Don't believe me, check out Last Friday Night. She's in there, I promise.) Why can't my life work out like that? Oh thats right, I'm not creative. 
• Movie writers and Directors. I don't need to name drop... 
• Mean Girls, Inception, Anchorman, Zoolander, ALL THE DISNEY MOVIES, etc.
• Even my friends. I'm not going to point names and name fingers, but I have got some gosh darn awesome friends. No, I'm not trying to brag, but I really do have the BEST friends in the entire world. Sorry, but you are just not as lucky as me. I have no evidence to support this expression of creativity of my friends, because I would then be exposing them. Just know that I feel like I stand in their shadow. If you ever meet them, I suggest you bring the gifts or something. 

My last evidence of my lack of artistry is this blog. Classic polka dot background and classic posts about things that mean nothing. Oh and I should throw in there that I am in the library writing this post. I would say that is ironic, but I don't really know how to justify that. Maybe because the library is such a vintage example of where to be posting a blog. Probably half the people in this room are working on somethings far greater and of more importance than I. Actually, it's gotta be more than half. Oh well. That doesn't matter. 

On a lighter note, it is Friday. 

Sing it RB

**Disclaimer: I don't hate my life. Quite the opposite actually.

I'm loving life. I'm loving who I am.

In the words of Lil' Wayne:

"I'm me, I'm me, I'm me, I'm me

Baby I'm me, so who you? You're not me, you're not me

And I know that ain't fair, but I don't care

I'ma freaking Cash Money Millionaire" 

(false, but I wish I was ^)