Hello, Internet.

How are we? You're all looking very nice today. Yes, I mean it.

This marks my third attempt at blogging. First attempt was one of those adorable "married people" blogs--my marriage was annulled a year ago, so that should tell you just how much I post on that blog anymore.

Hint: None. I can't even remember the URL. I think I blocked it from my memory.

Second attempt was a book-review blog. It's a great idea, but I read books faster than I can write about them, and working on my undergraduate degree kind of ate up so much of my time. But now that I'm graduating, I have no excuse.

So what, you may ask, is the theme of this blog? Well, it doesn't really have one. I guess it's one of those adorable single-nerdy-girl-confessionals about being awkward, dysfunctional and precious. Except without the awesome illustrations of Hyperbole and a Half, because I can't draw. Not even rudimentary figures. Plus my computer literacy does not extend to knowing how to use Paint.

I've gone all this time without introducing myself. How rude. Well, I'm Hilary (middle name Shae--Shae-Girl was a pet name my parents bestowed upon me growing up). I'm an English major with a creative writing emphasis, getting my undergraduate degree in a week (gulp). I'm an obsessive reader, budding writer. Current occupations include working part time at a local chocolate shop, a local kombucha brewery, and trying to figure out how to start a career that involves the things I love.

Being grownup sucks. Don't try it.

Anyway. That's a good start, and I daresay you'll learn more about me once I've posted some more. This will probably end up being a weird mashup of types of posts, so it'll be a journey of discovery.

Final thoughts: I think the most unnerving thing about trying to blog/vlog/be an internet presence is the complete lack of a guarantee that you'll get noticed by anyone besides your mother. I'm just not going to worry about that. I'm honestly not expecting many people to read this--mostly I just need a space where I can write something semi-weekly, because otherwise I'll get lazy and I won't write. Which would be bad. I'm a writer. I need to write.

Well, I'm signing off for now. Life's calling.