Well, I've gone and done it. I bought myself a webcam, so hopefully you'll be something more interesting
than me just...freewriting constantly without any structure. No, I reckon about in a week, you'll be hearing
actual audio and watching my face constrict when I try to think of something pleasantly witty to say to a cheap
gadget that'll be just hovering over my laptop. (Personally, I'm just hoping the damned thing works and Net
"the Bitch" Nanny will accept it on my hard drive.

   But besides actual video - actual vlogging, rather than just blogging (I'll still be writing) - I think I'm going to
start up an interesting project with myself. Let me lay it all out at you just so we're clear with each other. I'm
planning on taking a single picture of myself everyday (for a year, mayhap - haven't got that far in planning yet)
just so I can see if I'm evolving yet. Then...maybe...I'll make some sort of slideshow at the end and see if I've
changed yet. Devolution, maybe. Yeah!

   I'll also be enforcing myself to write on this everyday. My mummy bought this name for me, so I better fucking
use it, right? Maybe I can chronicle my tales as I plow my future into becoming a really good novelist (as
opposed to a lazy one...like I am now). I really need to make myself write every day. Near the beginning of the
month, I was told by my stepbrother, Ian, about this site named 100words.net - well, now it's 100words.com,
but, yet again, besides the point. I did it for a stunning and exact seven days until I accidentally avoided it for a
week, and then again for two days. Do I mean to say that I cannot even write one hundred words a day? I
consider this mildly serious because I just so happen to be planning a major lifelong goal on account of me
writing everyday for the rest of my life. So, naturally, you can see why I'm teensy bit upset.

   No matter how hard I try I cannot imagine me doing any but writing in some metaphysical shape
or disorganized form. Freelancing; I could possibly dig that, but definitely not Journalism now. It's just too bland
for my tastes. I thought I could just jump into editorials (which was really my "forte" in...public high school).

   Maybe I'm just lazy? I'd be comfortable working in an office setting; if it came down to that and I could still
freelance and dream up crazy novels about drugs and sex (this, for some reason, I constantly torture my
characters with - well, maybe not too much sex, but a lot of drugs, yes).

   Man, this is so hard to talk about. It's so strange, trying to picture myself in the future. I'd like it to be known,
that, no, there's absolutely no way that I meant to say that I would kill myself at age nineteen in...one of my
posts. What I had meant was that it is very hard for me to see myself out of high school - which I'm sure
everyone feels. I won't be surprised if it's a good feeling when I'm actually eighteen and a [gasp] adult. [/gasp]

   I'm beginning to feel very anxious about it; I just wish it would happen already. Not as if it were this major
light that flows out of me or I instantly look five years older, though it would be most appealing.

   Hm. Somewhere along the line I forgot to say that I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End last
Saturday. Be on the look out for another one of my more enlightening reviews. I might as well do one for
Spiderman 3, too... Warn people, as it were... Hell, I just realized I have to write a lot of reviews.

   So here's the heads-up.
   
   Look out soon for some of my kick-ass reviewing skills on

            - Spiderman 3
            - Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End
            - Rocco Deluca & the Burden's I Trust You to Kill Me
            - And, eh, possibly the "Xtatix Peeper™ 1.3 MP Webcam with 5 layer Lens w/ Built in Mic" that I
just bought from TigerDirect.com.

   It will leave you limerent, sincerely.

   Henry.

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