Attempt, like, um, Twelve?
Okay. So, I made this account today, literally moments before I shot this video on my silly little webcam. And I was about to put into silly little windows movie maker, but I decided that maybe I'd just post it as it and someone who actually kind of knows what they are doing can do something interesting with it.
The main problem is that I'm not saying anything particularly interesting to begin with. I'll work on that for the future.
I would sort of like to be the vlogger (am I using the Internet-word word correctly?) that Sloane Croesley would be if she were a vlogger...and also me...yeah.
Don't say plain ol' mean things, I'm just trying this out.
Peas and love,
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