Is this thing working?

First things first: I do not care about privacy. I feel like over the course of 14 weeks, you'll figure out who this is anyway. If we keep up on our reading of everyone's blogs, I feel like it's almost impossible to not know who the others in the class are. We all have pretty distinguishable voices which will undoubtedly come through in our writing. Between our blogs and weekly interactions, I feel as if our class is going to have a fascinating and thoroughly entertaining dynamic. For that reason (among others, of course), I'm legitimately excited to be in this class.

So, without further rambling, this is Hillary. Hello! :)

I might be wrong, but I'm assuming the only term we have to define in this week's blog is who we are, being as specific or nondescript as we want, correct? Because I've already told you who I am, I've cut out all the mystery in the "Who's who" guessing game, so I'll just give you the brief overview of my life up to this point. I also feel like a small understanding of where I am in life will help everyone understand (hopefully) that I'm not a slacker, pitty-whore, irresponsible, or any other negative adjective that may come up.

One thing I think everyone should know and try to empathize with is that I'm an independent college student. I'm sure there are others of you in the class, and if there are, I feel you. That means I have absolutely zero external help from my mom (my dad passed away my freshman year) or any other family member. I work for every dollar I have and because I work night shifts at a bar, that often means I end up pulling all-nighters, not having adequate time to study, and being broke as shit 95% of the time. I cannot wait to be out of the service industry. Like, you have no idea. Be thankful that you've never had to live paycheck to paycheck. It's exhausting and ridiculously stressful. Along with being a cocktail waitress at Hardtails Bar and Grill (EVERYONE COME VISIT ME!), I model in Austin at least once a week. This is my passion and my current creative release. It's what gets me through week to week. I love it and I'm not getting paid. Also, and please don't take this the wrong way, if any one of you starts gushing over me or my pictures, I'm going to sucker punch you in the throat. Really. Compliments are one thing, but the second you start kissing my ass is the second I'l start kicking yours. I'm not a model for the narcissism...

Last bit of information before I run out of words, I've been in and out of the hospital for a solid semester now trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with my stomach. Like the rest of the class will be openly talking about sex, prepare to hear me talk about my poop quite a bit. I almost had to take a medical leave of absence this semester to get bits of my stomach taken out and I'm so incredibly thankful that I get to spend my last semester with the class I've gone through SU with. However, the problem is not fixed and there may be a time or two when I come into class looking like a sack of hammered ass, and if it's not due to lack of sleep, it's due to being really, really sick. Just get ready for that.

Shit, I've over-written. I hope everyone doesn't mind reading an extra hundred words. Sorry guys!

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