My Skin Care Journey

Guys, I’m writing this in a keyboard connected to my phone-HOW GINCHY IS THAT?!

Right, ignoring my grammatical error up there (when writing, try to avoid capitlization and an exclamation point in the same sentence).

That being said, let’s take a moment to rear ourselves back on track, and talk about skin care.

More specifically, your’s truely’s skin care journey. (Insert Photo Shoot A Day After Post Was Made)

Really my problems came when I was around ten, and I started to notice that I was developing large “acne” (cysts) on my shoulders. I didn’t think to much of it, because at ten, my top worries was whether or not we were able to play on the Xbox, Reading, and a mass toy story game (from Barbies to Hot Wheels, my brother I’s game had it all). Unfortunately, they soon after acne followed, which we initially marked off as puberty acne. The cysts on my back and shoulder had become pretty noticable at this point, and the acne on my face was horrible. At this point my parents had decided that I had definetely inherited cystic acne, and upon bringing it up with my doctor, she then agreed to prescribe some medication (I don’t remember the names), which worked for all of two weeks, before, like most hacks and products, stopped working, and the acne came back.

After a while I got frustrated, and quiet using the medication.

My mom and I then tried a lovely, lengthy series of life hacks, which either didn’t make since (or work), or did make since, but only worked for two weeks.

When I was thirteen, we discovered Burts Bees acne solution, which worked much longer than others.

I didn’t realize though, that throughout time my face and shoulders had become accustom to pain, or was incredibly sensitive.

I made this discovery when I went on a Women’s Conference retreat and used the shower at the hotel, that was one of those “jet stream” shower heads.

Holy Hex did that hurt.

It was between that, and going to the hotels hot tub, and wearing an over-sized t-shirt, that I realized I had a MAJOR problem.

I relayed my concerns to my mom, and she agreed that it was definitely time to visit a dermatologist (the main reason we never visited one in the first place is that, where we live finding a decent doctor-let alone dermatologist was a pain in the rear). We explained our concerns with my doctor, who prescribes medication to hold me over until I saw another dermatologist-who was…interesting to say the least.

My first appointment with her was all of fifteen minutes long, including an overview of my shoulders (she didn’t even bother to look at the severe ones on my back), a nice (not), fancy termed way of popping one of them. (That itself bled for half the day, which wasn’t fun, and made a very interesting sleep because it hurt more than the doctor said). She prescribed a medication (Doxycycline), told us that there wouldn’t be any major scaring, and sent us on our way.

First of all, the medication made me sick, whether I ate or not, and was really a pain in the butt because it would make me sick, but I couldn’t sleep off nausea for at least an hour (I had to sit up for an hour).

The second thing was, I dropped the medication half-way through taking it and ended up SO disappointed (I mean, the tears though, really, I flooded the house). After waiting a month, I had it refilled again, and forced myself to deal with it, which, lasted for two weeks, because I ended up in the hospital, and they claimed that I had an allergic reaction to the medication (I took it for a month before that, went off of it, then went on for two weeks and suddenly I’m having an allergic reaction, uh-huh, okay. I’m not a doctor, but when I have an allergic reaction to medicine, I break out in a rash, not break out in swollen joints, a rash, elevated heartbeat, and struggle in heat).

With that, I went off the medicine, and my mom and I decided to find a new dermatologist (I was still recovering from the allergic reaction a whole month after, interestingly). That appointment was more successful than any others because there we learned that the rash resembled an Arthritis rash (them) and that my acne would scar. We also learned that at the stage I was at with the acne, that maybe, Huston, we have a problem, because there was only a few medications to help, one of which was a government monitored drug (It was known to cause depression, and though the doctors reassured that was a rare occurrence, I was already struggling with a “momentary depression/anxiety problem” at the moment, due to the reactions, and lack of outdoor activity. This, and the chemicals made my mom nervous).

Before we could start the treatment, my mom had some business opportunities, which resulted in a temporary (two and a half week move), before we returned home.

With the return, mom and I decided that maybe it was time to try something else: Makeup.

More specifically, Bare Minerals, mainly because I had been borrowing some of hers, and if anything, the relief it had on my skin was a nice change.

And that is where the next few blog posts pick up.

THANK YOU SO MUCH for reading this blog post (I’m really into cap locks now, can you tell?). What’s your biggest skincare struggle? Do you have any products that I might try for my face? Sound off in the comments, and make sure you stay tuned for the next trilogy series of my current makeup products that I’m crazy about.

Remember, live your life like the ginchy story it is, and don’t be afraid to add a little flair (I said flair, not drama, this isn’t reality tv).

Stay Ginchy!

Haziwords

I’m Okay Without A…

*Okay, before I jump into this, I want to apologies for slacking on my blog, I’ve just felt like crap emotionally, and I know that when I tried writing, it wasn’t my fullest (since last year, summers have been the worst for me), but I’m back, getting ready to reboot the blog for fall (I feel like I do this every year, reboot for the cooler seasons, which is like the start of a year for me), so stay tuned for that.

Now let’s jump into this post that I thought was actually pretty clev

I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to clap back at all the people who have been getting on me about dating.
Because, to be honest, I don’t need a boyfriend, except for one reason.
Me-(Screams, jumps back, staring at threating looking spider) Holy-
(Spider moves some)
Me-(Whips out phone to call prince charming) Hey! Answer your phone! Did you seriously forget to add me to your contacts?
Imaginary Boyfriend- Hazi, I’m literally right here. What’s the matter now?
Me- (Screaming and shuttering some) It moved. The spider is big and it moved.
Imaginary Boyfriend- (Unimpressed) Hazi, that’s legitamately just a clump of hair.
Me- (Looking around) How is that even possible?! We’re at the bookstore!
Imaginary Boyfriend-You’re hair is literally everywhere. My mom found it in her shoes this morning, and you’ve never been to our house.
Me- Yes, yes I have….oh wait…never mind…
To be Frank give me a crap load of bug bomb, some raid and a bunch of heavy things to throw at spiders, and I’m self sufficient. So here’s why I don’t need a boyfriend/husband
I don’t need a guy, because I can be totally money-savvy and sufficient.
Me(Looking at brother with pride)-Dude, you would not believe what I just managed.
Brother(Looking up from book)-What?
Me(Holding up three packets of Raman)-I just got these three packets of Raman for 20 cents. I’m so responsible.
Brother(Frowning)-But mom let you borrow twenty dollars.
Me(Nodding)-Yeah, I brought this dog(holds up guinea pig) And a toilet brush. And this take-out container along with this pair of reading glasses and these flip-flops.
Brother(Staring in disbelief)-You don’t even like flip-flops. And how the heck did you get all that with twenty dollars-and you don’t even need glasses.
Of course, we could reverse this situation.
Me(Looking at brother with pride)- Dude, you would not believe what I just managed.
Brother(Looking up from book)-What?
Me(holding up three packets of Raman)-I just managed to score these three packets of raman.
Brother(Frowning)-But mom let you borrow fifty dollars.
Me(Nodding)-Yeah, I know. Prices are crazy right?
Brother(Staring in disbelief)-But you could have brought groceries for a week.
I mean, to be blatantly honest, I can make 20 dollars stretch, but for the life of me, if I’m given’ one hundred dollars, I suddenly forget everything I need and want and manage to buy three cheap things, and I’m still broke within a few days. Another post for another time, eh?
Anyway, I can buy my own meals.
Me(Examining the restaurant in my area)- Right, so, I’m kinda feelin’ like I could use some fries…
Brother(Giving me an exasperated look)- Just about every place sells fries.
Me(The clear genius)-Yeah, I know, but I need the right fries. I can’t figure out if I’m in the mood for burgers and fries, or just fries, or fries and-
Brother (Looking at phone)-Yeah, but theirs legitimately three places you can afford, and McDonalds isn’t one of them.
Me(The strong independent girl that I am)-Right, going to call dad and smooth talk him into getting me fries.
I can fix my own car. Seriously, I can change the tire, check the oil, replace ball bearings and joints in larger cars, check the antifreeze, get into arguments with it, jerry rig the door. I’m a master at it.
Me-Looks like I need to pry these bolts off. I’ll need a monkey wrench.
(Picks up wrench with Guinea Pig attached)
Me-Seriously, Squishy, you’re ruining my pun.
(Pulls Squishy off of to reveal a monkey wrench with a monkey painted on it).
Me-Much better.
I can make myself laugh. Seriously, I could be lying in bed, and next thing you know I’m comedian.
Me-Ah yes, I shall now set fire to their house…
(Evil Laughter)
Me-Yes, burn, burn baby, burn.
Brother-(Busts into room)Two Things, one, You’re getting a little concerning with the Black Widow challenge, and two, about Atlantis.
Me- I’m not playing the Sims 4. I’m writing a story. I just set fire to their house. I’m the grand-master of evil.
(Evil Laughter)
I’m not really lonely. I don’t actually have desperate desire’s to marry someone so that we can cuddle. I have that covered.
Me(Sitting up groggily, looking over a long-pile of blankets, almost human shaped)-You take up the whole sugar cookien’ bed.
Dog(Lazily crawls out from under the covers, unimpressed)-Growl.
Me(Frustrated)-I am so done with this relationship. You’re hogging the entire bed, and you don’t even go to bed at a reasonable time. You’re the only creature I know that can sleep for twenty hours and still be tired.
Dog(Rolls on back)
Me-(Awed at cuteness)OHMYGOSHLOOKATYOUBEINGSUCHAGOODPUPPYILOVEYOUSOMUCH.
I can do my own lawn work. Not that I have any to do yet, but I can take care of that stuff when I get older.
Me(Staring at grass in disdain)-Geez, it’s getting so tall. It needs to be cut.
Me(Calls brother)-Dude, I need you to come cut my grass.
Brother(Being the totally compassionate guy that he is)-Uh…Okay? You live in an apartment.
Me-Just cut the grass. I’ll pay you in Hot Tamales
(A few minutes later)
Brother (pulls out sheers, cuts small patch of fake grass I’m “growing” in a pot)-There?
Me(Proud, and released)-Excellent. C’mon, I got the Hot Tamales in the fridge. Didn’t want them to melt.
Brother (groaning)-Well that was your worst pun yet.
I can compliment myself. I’m secure in who I am. I have the ability to compliment myself and make myself feel like I’m drop dead gorgeous.
Me-(Rolls out of bed, stumbles to nearest mirror) Geez, I look like crap today. Really good crap, I mean, to be honest, my hair’s not to shabby, and I’m not so revolting that I need a paper bag over my head so…
Me-(Getting dressed for the day) Now this is something I like, and won’t totally regret wearing in the next two years.
Me-(Staring at myself in the mirror) Yes. I shall no longer be humble. I shall rule the world with confidence-
I can pick myself up out of an emotional rut.
Me-Wow, I look terrible.
Me-Wow, I feel terrible.
Me-Wow, I sound terrible.
Me-Wow, I’m terrible.
Me-Right but God made me, so how terrible can I be? I mean, He doesn’t exactly make mistakes.
Me-No, but you can turn yourself into a making a mistake.
Me-Exactly. So if I can continue to screw up and convince myself that I’m a mistake, and I can make good decisions, and convince myself that I’m not a mistake.
Me-Woah. That’s some deep thoughts right there. I’m feeling so amped up! I’m gonna set my alarm for seven thirty, and get up early, work out, eat healthy, be happy.
Me-Slow it down, take it one step at a time. Don’t forget that God’s suppose to help you through this stuff.
I can handle my own bills and taxes. I mean, I don’t have any personal ones yet, I’m still a minor, but I’m sure I can.
Me(Walking up to front desk of bustling building people are housed in)-Hey, can I get a hot meal and a room with a window toward the Cafeteria? Also, could I share a room with that one chic who is really good at singing the alphabet backward? And can I get the complimentary outfit in stripes, because, to be honest, orange is never my color.
Front Desk Worker-Ma’am, this is a jail, are you drunk?
Me(Clearly not drunk)-Love, my card was declined when I went to buy the half-off sale of Raman noodles. Do you seriously think I could buy alcohol? Also, is that stuff even legal?
Police Officer Friend-Oh, it’s you, what bill is it this time?
Me(Removing earrings)-Medical bill. Doctor thought I had severe food poisoning, so I got sent to the E.R.
Police Officer(Clearly intrigued by my fascinating story)-Well what was it actually?
Me-I have a dairy intolerance and I ate an entire ice cream cake by myself in one thirty minute sitting, so you tell me.
Police Officer (Nodding knowingly, turns to front desk person)-Right well, this one’s a regular. You know, broke student, no clue what she’s doing with her life, other than breaking a bunch of things and racking up bills and taxes she can’t pay. Give her a room with the best window of the house, and make sure she get’s an extra minute and half in the shower.
I can get into arguments with myself. Really, I don’t need a guy for that. I can argue and annoy myself just by complimenting someone.
Me-Right, that person has some really nice shoes. I’ll just let them know.
(Compliments shoes)
Me-But how cute were those shoes? Do we really like those shoes? I mean logically, they kinda have that animal print look.
Me-Yeah, but they’re boots. Boots are attractive even when they’re muddy. A little animal print never hurt anyone.
Me-That’s not what you said when you went book cover shopping.
All joking aside, I can take care of myself. It’s how I was raised. So to all the people out there that think that I need a guy in my life to make me special, then you’re wrong.
It’s not like I’m generally saying I’ll never have a boyfriend, I mean, I’m totally open to it, unless the guy’s a patriots fan- I’m friends with some, and while yes, I can excuse them because everyone makes mistakes, I can’t date a fan. Ever.

Father’s Day Hang Outs

Okay, so Father’s day always fall on, or near my dad’s birthday, so a special post in honor of my dad’s grand birth will be going out, so definitely check that out (he’s one special dude).

That being said, Father’s day has always been a weird event for us. This year we went to his favorite restaurant, ate INCREDIBLE food, and had the greatest conversation.

However, not to say I won’t do something crazy or strange for Father’s Day, because let’s face it, when are my ideas conventional?

Anywho, let’s jump into some Father’s Day Celebration Ideas.

1. Put on a skit/play.

No, not for your dad-with your dad. I dare you two to sit down for 1 hour and write a script, take another hour and get the props, and the next hour? Rehearsal. Even if you don’t have anyone to put it on for, give it a shot. You’re dad’s just happy to hang with you.

2. Go hiking.

Now I can’t do this personally, unless I want to end up in bed for the next week (I’m heat/sun sensitive), but taking hikes are great ways to spend your Father’s day. It gets you in tune with nature, and you know, you gives you’re dad the perfect opportunity to make you squemish with snake skin.

*Insert rolling eyes*

3. Go to a Concert

My dad and I can have a good two hour conversation about music, and we actually share common interest in music. Pick a concert to go to with your dad, one that you know you’ll like, or enjoy cracking jokes about. It’s time well spent, and hey, if the music really rocks-its money well spent, too.

4. Volunteering

Yes, a few of these ideas are from my mother’s day post, but what can I say, I don’t think their terrible.

Do some volunteer work with your dad. Maybe volunteer at an animal shelter, or even serve a single struggling dad in your community, you know, take him out to dinner, help with lawn work.

Serving builds character, and will most certainly help with relationships.

5. Movie marathon. Pick a series/movie/movies you two might like, and Marathon it together. I.E, Fast and Furious (PG13) Avengers (PG13), or the ultimate one Gaurdians of the Galaxy (PG13, and yes, this is kinda-Avengers, but the fact that the second one is a definite dad-one).

6. Video Gaming

Okay, you’ll have to have tight relationship with your dad, and you know, he’s gotta be chill, because no matter how cool the dad, come time when you pull out Need For Speed, there are some major family feuds (also note that I advice avoiding Monoply or Uno at this time, as you don’t want to ruin your relationship with your dad on Father’s day), that being said, sometimes it can be fun to play a nice, therapudic, game.

You heard me, Father’s and children.

I said no silent glares or raging out.

Instead, treat the winner to ice cream, and get them the kind they don’t like.

*I might be kidding.

*I’m realizing that for someone who’s actually too stupid to realize when someone is threatening someone in the shows, I’m actually really Savage.

*Don’t buy the dad ice cream he hates. That’s just mean. And unethical.

7. Play some sports.

My dad and brother are more into Kayaking and Fishing, but hey, same-difference. Just play some sports with your dad, take the time to get to know him.

Take him out and by him the ice cream he likes.

Because you’re not a jerk.

All in all, this one was more relaxed than the mother’s day, because my dad and I have a close relationship, but have a tendency to be less sentimental, and more teasing, or joking. But really, dad’s are special, whether biological, adoptive, step, or stand in, Father’s day is their day, and it’s you’re turn to show them your appreciation.

Stay Ginchy,

HaziWords

My daily Thought process

Hey guys, sorry it’s been a bit since I’ve posted, I really don’t want to post unless I can find you my best, which, right now happens spuratically, until I can get things running a bit smoother.

That being said, here’s my daily thought process, because that’s interesting.

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*Wakes up searching for phone*

Five more minutes should be good, that’s all I need, five more minutes.

*Changes alarm for five minutes*

*Hits snooze*

But do I really need to get up, I mean, I can get changed in five minutes. And do I really, really need make-up? It only takes me two minutes for that, that’s seven minutes right there. And I can wait to go to the bathroom so….

*Two Hours Later*

Oh my gosh, I am so hungry. What can I have for breakfast?

I should eat healthy.

Man, check it out, we have Nutty Bars this morning. Score!

Okay, I need to sit down, and write.

What is this, about a nuclear war?

Honestly, people are flipping out about this divorce with Jolie-who the heck is she? Was she in Oceans 11?

Oh no that was Julia Roberts.

That scene where she looked “nothing” like her was great.

I should use that.

Or something like that.

Is it plagerism if I borrow the idea and twist it?

Jeez I’m hungry-okay, you can eat after you edit this paragraph…

But I can’t think on an empty stomach.

My stomach’s always empty.

So’s my brain, apparently. All I had for breakfast was a nutty bar.

Maybe I’ll have something more healthy for lunch, like…grapes…and this chocolate bar.

And maybe I’ll make a sandwich.

Minus the bread, so just some cheese and meat.

Okay, I’m back. I need to focus, and then I need to do my Geography.

After I play the Sims 4, and watch a video.

Okay, I’ll stop playing after this video.

Awe man

LilSimsie, Aphmau, and Sweet and Tasty TV all posted at the same time.

What are the odds of that?

Okay, I’ll start school after I finish this-dude.

Hold up.

How long is this post anyway.

You can’t possibly expect me to document every thought I have in a day.

That is however all I have for this post.

Stay tuned next time to read me write (that… I’m trying to make it sound write, how’s it working?)…

“How about the camel bursts in with his feet on fire, and then puts the bomb fire out with his body sweat?”

Stay Ginchy,

HaziWords

When your a Writer

The second part to my totally ginchtastic post is, well, when your a writer. So let’s just jump into this.

1. The talk.

As a writer, your destined to get a talk, specifically the talk. You know, the one where people inform you that writing can’t be your sole career, and you need a back up. It happens soooo many times.

2. LEMME SEE!

This one is flat out self explanatory-it’s the pressuring every writer loathes, but deep down inside longs for, in hopes of some great writer asking to read your work.

Kinda.

You kinda wish this, I should say.

3. Between the Lines

Now, for me, personally, I’m a between the lines kinda gal.

If I let you review my work-and you give me a vague over view, but I’ve also read about six different sub-texts-heck, I’ve translated it through the scraps of varying languages I know (I pick up words from conversations and TV shows). It’s a problem, and from what I’ve heard, its an all-around-writer deal. So note: When Reviewing a Writers Piece, don’t leave room for subtext parcing.

4. We’re never here.

Legit, I’m almost positive every single writer has a tendency to get a little…daydreamy, and when we do, good luck bringing us back-because we’re never really here.

5. We’re late

Because we came up with an idea, not because we overslept.

In fact….

6. We never Really Sleep

Sleep is over rated, finishing this chapter, this, this is important.

I can get my nine hours when I’m retired-or dead. Most likely when I’m dead.

7. We’re exhausted, and hungry, All.The.Time.

Really, the entire reason is we’ve become one with writing our characters, so really, we’re living as someone else (but not in a creepy way).

8. Ships for All

As a writer, you’ve gotta be clever, specifically, you’ve gotta be able to make a ship-name, and pull up ten different fan-fic ideas for anyone-at the drop off the hat.

Why?

Because we’re writers, and you’re there for our romance fix.

9. We pull from life

If you ever get the blessing of reading our pre-edited/published work, and you notice pieces of our life in our work-thats because it is. Don’t freak out if you find yourself in the story; go with it, because nine times out of ten, it’s not half bad for the story.

10. We aren’t Confident

Don’t get us wrong, we believe our stories can make it, we believe these stories are world changers, we just aren’t confident in ourselves yet. I’m seeing that this post is geared to writers in my generatkon, mainly because we’re an emotional generation, and despite societies thoughts, we know when and when we can’t handle things.

So if you think the stories good, support the author, not just the work, because they’re the non-confident ones.

And that’s what happens when I’m a writer. I swear I’m one in a million, but I’m gonna take a shot in the dark and say theirs others.

Anybody find these relatable? If so, which ones? Also, what’s the hardest part for you with writing-I’m editing, and then I have a query letter.

I hate it, so, so much.

Stay Ginchy!

HaziWords

When your Friends a Writer

I feel like I’ve written this before…but I don’t actually remember…

So anyway, I feel totally blessed to have e some awesome friends some of them I only ever talk to online, while others I see on a regular basis, but the point is, their great. Except when they’re the writer ones, because while they to possess a greatness that is incomprehensible, I aslo feel intimated, and somehow, my friends will always and forever make me question if I’m going places with my writing.

So here’s what happens when your friends a writer.

1. They’re grammar police.

It hurts.

It hurts so bad-thats suppose to my job.

But really though, their grammar is just, so impressive-in a terrifying way. As in, her can make Emily Dickerson sound like she’s an inexperienced dork.

2. They have a tendency to make anything sound really interesting.

“Ya’ll, something really crazy happened today.”

*Friend launches unto crazy story about clothes.*

*Friend gets laughs*

*Friend gets applause.*

*Friend gets spot on one-man Broadway show, staring, writing and producing in*

*Friend goes global*

And that, my friends, is how a star is born.

3. They have a tendency to get distracted.

Because they’re writers and daydreamers

They get distracted, very easily, and well, good luck pulling their attention back in.

“Fred? Hey Fred? No seriously, FRED! Oh my gosh, FRED!”

*Throws baseball at friend*

*Throws cantaloupe at friend*

*Throws Lego at friend*

*Throws Lincoln log at friend*

“You know what forget it!”

“What? Sorry, was totally distracted for a second.”

———Really Fred, I was talking to you.——-

4. Reading their stories is a pain…and an honor.

Now as a writer, I get it. You don’t want other people to read your writing

At the same time, I’m still waiting to find out what happened to Carter, Fred. You can’t give me the first three chapters, and then leave me hanging, that’s not how this friendship works.

5. Writing stories with them sucks.

Let’s face it, your part is child’s work, while theirs is like Kerri Maniscalco. You’re doomed.

And yet, you still love it, because you’re secretly crazy about putting yourself in awkward situations, like dancing, and writing stories with the Masters.

Really that’s all I can think of, so stay tuned for more blog posts. Sorry for the delay, guys. I went through a foggy faze, but I’m all good now.

Stay Ginchy!

HaziWords

When You’re a Reader

Growing up I had major problems with reading. Mainly because starting in second grade, I was staying up until twelve at night to read, even though I had to get up for school….five hours later. Of course, there are just some things that others never understood when it came to being obsessed with reading…so I mean…heres what happens when you’re a reader.
1. All the actual skeletons in your closet. Seriously, at this point, you’ve had to move your clothes and shoes out in order to fit the skeletons from the dead bodies that are actually linked to the next point…
2. Murdering people that interrupt you while your reading. Seriously, it’s beginning to smell right now.
3. Spoilers… now I stand on the very unpopular side of ‘I could care less if you tell me how it ends because I won’t believe you until I read it myself’. So go ahead, give me some spoilers. Even if I don’t believe you, that doesn’t mean you’re going into the closet.
4. You take forever to get dressed…mainly because you’re actually reading.
Okay, so as a girl, people have often expected me to be the one that takes the longest because of makeup and hair, and well, other stuff that confuses me on how long it takes. (Even now, after adding makeup and throwing my hair into a half-ponytail and hairband, it only takes me fifteen minutes to get dressed). When I was younger my mom had to get me up earlier than my dad or brother just because I would get up to get dressed, and read at the same time, turning a usually five-minute process into two hours. So anyway, besides my personal experience, as a reader, your going to take longer to get dressed. It’s just fact-boy or girl, you’re going take months, years, decades, centuries, even.
5. You’re cool with car trips. Because you can read. And motion-sickness is totally worth it. However, that Arby’s sandwich you ate, isn’t.
6. Finishing the chapter actually means “finish the book”. However, asking to finish the chapter works a whole lot more than asking to finish the book. I mean, it’s really the same thing in our eyes, but a lot of people just don’t get it.
7. Bookstores are the one place you feel at home. All the other places make you uncomfortable-mainly because you’re not entirely sure how to react in a situation when your best friends aren’t around.
*Looks around for the hidden door to an alternate world.*
*Frantically searches for someone you recognize*
*Finds Bookstore*
*Screams with joy*
*Gets kicked out for screaming because you’re actually being disruptive*
8. Going anywhere without a book is illegal, and a little strange.
“Just because it’s a dance doesn’t mean I can’t bring a book. I mean, what if their’s a crazy mad-vintage dancer that pulled out a marshmallow gun and won’t let us use our phones? Then how is my kindle going to help? Therefore, I need this book. This book I will take.”
9. Bathroom trips take forever. Because you’re not actually on your phone, or even doing your business. You’re reading the book you stored under the bathroom sink.
Oh, wait…is that just me?
Well, Sugar Cookies.
10. You actually always have to be reading something. Subtitles are your best friend. You see, it’s not so much as what you read, but the act of reading. So really, you’ll read anything. A hardware manual, the back of a shampoo bottle, the ingredients in cooking oil, how to install a wifi/cable modem, the menu to your least favorite restaurant.
*Flips over a bottle of shampoo you’ve been using for years*
“Wait a minute! This is supposed to be tear-free! Oh, wait..that’s tear-free. That doesn’t actually make any sense. Why would shampoo tear your hair?! Okay, anyways-holy sugar cookies! I need to get a new shampoo brand!”
So I’m not entirely sure how relatable this is, but for me and my brother, it’s pretty relatable. And we’re a majority of the almost-extinct reading community. Let me down below if any of these are relatable, and if you’re a reader. We’re a dying breed, and if people don’t understand us, then they aren’t worth being around.
Stay Ginchy!
HaziWords