Where is my aristocrat family?

There are always going to be things in life that are difficult. I'm in school. That's not the difficult part. The difficult part is paying for stuff. I'm studying film, and I love it, but that crap costs an arm and a leg. Being creative is always expensive. And now it seems like my creativity is being stunted by a serious lack of funds, and that just doesn't seem fair. And getting into serious debt is not going to work because then I'll be even more screwed than before. I just want to make movies. So now I'm trying to figure out how to get money for this stuff. Is there something I can sell? It seems like I should be able to since I'm supposed to be so creative. Would people even be willing to pay money for stuff that I did? I guess that would be a good barometer for whether or not they would like my movies once they are made. This sounds ridiculous. I am not an entrepreneur. I was not cut out for this. I think I was just switched at birth, and that aristocratic family is out there somewhere wondering where their real child is. I was meant to be that silly girl that make people shake their heads with her frivolous pursuits. I don't have child bearing hips. I can't lift 50 pounds. I'm a hypochodriac (I once thought I had leprosy, and would have to live in a colony). These are the traits of some Paris Hilton-esque heiress, not a working girl struggling to make ends meet. Working definitely gets in the way of being irresponsible and spontaneous and fancy-free. And it seriously puts a kink in the filmmaking schtick. So anyway, that's the rant for the day. If anyone out there has any ideas for how to break out of the working-class cell and into artistocrat utopia, please let me know. I'm open to ideas.