The Joy of Scholarship Hunting

So, after a long week of school (most of which went to AP Calculus) I grabbed my laptop off the chair and escaped to the Internet.
After an hour or so, I began to feel guilty about the time I was wasting. My weekend homework began to beckon. So, I did what any self-respecting high school senior does in this situation. I began hunting for scholarships.
Two hours later, I have found less than five scholarships for which I qualify. In spite of the profile I completed on a scholarship search site, in which I designated such personal information as "white," "resident of Washington" and "high school senior," I was renundated with scholarships for African Americans, graduate students, and Illinois high school alumni.
Another roadblock is my lack of listable extra-curricular activities. After all, talking my high-strung friend through her latest crisis doesn't appear on the drop-down menu. And playing the harp, though I have been assured many times over that it will overwhelm me with scholarships, only can be converted into money for those who want to attend performing arts schools, or at least major in harp.
My GPA and ACT score, while satisfactory, even wonderful at first glance, pale in comparison to other AP students' 36's and 4.0's. This in spite of my nagging each and every teacher who dared to give me an A minus. Unfortunately, online classes do not have teachers to nag.
I could make a prom dress out of duct tape, but my creativity levels doom me to certain failure. Besides, if (on some wild chance) I get asked to the prom, I kind of want to wear a real dress.
I could make a video about how great tea is, but drinking any kind of tea but herbal is against my religion.
I could make a video of myself playing air guitar, but I'm actually not that great at air guitar.
Well, at least I'm retaking the ACT in October. Hopefully, this time I'll score high enough to qualify for a four year scholarship from my college of choice, BYU. No application or Internet surfing necessary.