And I make things. I knit scraves, make books (sketchbooks/scrapbooks), make jewellery, cook pies and cream puffs, make my own Halloween costumes from scratch, and I painted a psychedelic picture on the bakc panel of my backpack, flames on the front pocket, and my name in swirly red and grey letter across the top. Everyone wants me to make them stuff, because they are ever so impressed by my abilites.
I sew, design my own stuff, and do beading and wirework. I can cook, too. I learned to make bread in a miserable little “rangette” with two burners and no temperature marking. I determined correct baking temperature by holding my hand inside.
I’m 24. I’m old, too, but I think I’m the youngest girl at the Creative Sewing and Needlework festival every year.
I can nitpick any “historical” costume movie to death, especially British or French. I understand that it’s tons of fun to watch Braveheart with me. 
I can recite tons of poetry. I think that’s about it.
A few days ago I wrote a paper for my syntax class that was long and boring. But it was good. I am most pleased.
I am also smug that I can cook well and my hair is very boingy.
Last year I gave up caffeine for Lent (or as I call it 40 Days of Hell on Earth). My median daily coke intake is 48 ounces so I am damn proud of that.
You party at Studio 54?
At the age of 42, I can still free dive past 80 feet (not by much, tho).
My other half…she is way hotter than I deserve
When we are out and she is turning heads I do my best to act nochalant but really I’m smugly basking in her reflected glory!
I’m in 8th grade taking Algebra 2
I went thru algebra 1/2 and algebra 1 in just 4 months (after missing 1+1/2 years of school from illness)
I read “The Nights Dawn” series in less than a week, (6 books totally at least 2000 pgs)
There is not one piece of furniture in the world I cannot make.
Not one.
No matter how much of a museum piece it may be.
No matter what carving, inlay, marquetry, or whatever it has.
Bureau du Roi? Ha! No problem.
Getty collection? Ha! I laugh
Blockfront? Been there, done that. In High School pal, in High School.
<Touches finger to ass. Sizzling sound is heard.>
Sssssssssssssss
I’ve never seen Titanic or Melrose Place.
I know enough (enough to answer Jeopardy-level questions, but not enough for a degree) about a wide enough range of subjects that people routinely ask “how the hell did you know that?” I’ll also get phone calls from friends that start “none of us knew the answer to this so we decided to call you.”
Credit where credit’s due, though, I owe a lot to all you guys. Thanks.
And XJETGIRLX, your smugness is thoroughly justified. Yow.
Oh, here’s a trivial bit of personal smugness…
I occasionally surprise a friend with whom I sometimes play Trivial Pursuit. One time, she read the question, looked at the answer, then said (rather smugly), “Okay, this one’s worth dinner. Anywhere. If you get it right.” (In the tone of voice that said, “There’s no way in hell you’ll ever get this”).
The question was something about – What’s the largest city between Dublin and … (some city on the east shore of canada, I think).
Her jaw dropped when I responded with the correct answer in half a second… and she said she’d never even heard of Reykjavik.
That was a fun moment of smuggity.
I’m kinda smug about the fact I know how to make animation (both stop motion and 2-d) without using Flash. I made a stop motion short for my Media SAT (basically the media product you hand in that makes 70% of your final mark) and was the only one in the class who did - that made me feel pretty smug.
In case you’re wondering, it featured a crocodile who captured Steve Irwin. Looked pretty cheap, but everyone was impressed.
I have never been in a Starbucks. Indeed, I once had the very smug experience of being in a bus going by a Starlbucks right after someone had driven through their front window in a 2000 red Mustang Convertible.
I have never been arrested. Ever.
Yes, but can you say that three times quickly? 
I have to confess that I’m smug about having gotten through this stupid grad program. Doctorates are a dime a dozen around here so no one really cares, but in the wider world only 1% of the population earns one and an even lower percentage of women, so it’s worth a little smugness.
I am smug about the fact that I managed to pull off breastfeeding for 13 months even though my son was supplemented with formula since birth. It’s not easy to do both (you tend to have supply issues and nipple confusion) but I managed.
I’m smug about the model I created to predict applications and eventual enrollment. It was a real bitch to set up.
I’m smug that my husband is so talented in a lot of ways. I know that isn’t really a reflection on me, but I am still smug about landing him.
I feel smug that I’ve gone through life (thus far) without acquiring any enemies that I know of. Quite a feat, if I say so myself.
This means that either-
a) I’m talented.
b) I’m very oblivious.
Take your pick.
Soup_du_Jour, Vito and Guido are coming after you for not paying protection money. 
I am smug in the fact that I can direct non-professional musicians in such a way for them to sound professional. I am also smug that I can play a few period instruments.
I’ve never had a serious injury or illness.
I can juggle fairly well.
My calligraphy skills are decent enough.
I’ve never seen a reality show.
I don’t watch any TV, and haven’t for almost 11 years (unless I’m at someone else’s house or in a hotel room)
I never use boil-in-the-bag rice. I always make rice the real way. But I will use potato flakes.
I can’t sew (yes, I’m smug about it. Sue me.)
I get paid actual money to play computer games.
I can build a computer from the ground up, and I always do so.
Um, I don’t mean I sit around 24/7 building computers. I mean I always build my machines instead of buying them.
I should add: I rite real good to.