Let me begin by saying that the title of this blog is completely misleading. You’d think that it would be about me going on spectacular and exciting expeditions, like traveling the globe on a hot air balloon or crossing the Mojave completely by handstand. Unfortunately, I do not seem to find myself in such fascinating situations. Yet.
Instead, this blog is about me living a much more mundane life, where I have a long work week and spend my time doing traditional activities like reading, exercising, and watching films. At this point you are probably wondering why you should continue to read my blog. My best answer for you is that I am what I call a “smidiot”, which is a combination of the words “smart” and “idiot”. Let me explain why:
Smart – I made it into the University of Southern California’s film program, which has something like an 8-10% acceptance rate. I graduated with honors in both Cinematic Arts and general academics. I received the designation of Discovery Scholar, which is described as an award given to students “demonstrating the ability to create exceptional new scholarship or artistic works”. Most significantly, a girl in the 4th grade who had straw for brains often called me a genius. I am not really a genius but if I can convince a genuine fool that I am then I can probably succeed at doing a lot of things in life, like starting my own religion where I am some sort of savior or prophet.
Idiot – In between glimpses of intelligence I often find myself doing incredibly dumb things. There probably aren’t a lot of natural brunettes who are blonder than me. I have found myself engaging in such brainless activities as inadvertently filling out a credit card application that I thought was a survey (I got a free 12-inch Subway sandwich out of it) and accidentally going on a date. What makes me even more of an idiot is that I am strangely proud of all the stupid things that I do and I feel that the more people I can share them with the better. Hence the creation of this blog.
So there you have it, folks. I promise to honestly convey all the moments of my smidiocy. I probably should have named this blog “The Misadventures of Aimster”, but alliteration is not something I choose to compromise for sense.
Tales from the Original Smidiot
