February Schedule

Greetings and Salutations! February is here, and so are my college courses! So in order to prepare myself, and make sure I know what I’m getting in to, we’re cutting the schedule back to a reasonable one!

Remember to live your life like the ginchy story that it is!

HaziWords

Writers Square, How to Start a Book

I just want everybody to know two things:

1. I find myself utterly fascinating

2. I cut out over one-hundred and fifty words that were completely irrelevant to the post, be I value you, and your reading time.

I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to start a story (or if you’re somebody who’s free from the binds of such a compelling intense matter), but it can be hard.

REALLY hard. Especially if you write a story in your head, BACKWORDS.

1. Start at the End. It’s the simplest way a story might start, and the simplest way to end it. Sometimes, for a story to start, it needs to have an ending, so start there, and if you don’t plan your writing-well now you’re just writing backwards, and that sounds EXACTLY like something I would do.

2. Start with a tale. It doesn’t have to be a “Once Upon a Time” scenario but start it as a tale. Describing the character, giving the emotions, or the backstory. Think the beginning of “The Kissing Booth”, only you don’t have a slightly-uncomfortable relationship with boys, or wear short skirts to school, because for whatever reason theirs no DRESS CODE.

3. Start in the middle. Nothing spell DrAmA like reading the cliff hanger, and to be honest, nothing get’s me going like an exhilarating scene.

4. Start in the Future. How is your character, did everything turn out okay? Was their life like they wanted, and for extra spice, what would they tell the younger them who went through the situation?

5. Start with a thought process. Give the readers, and yourself, a chance to understand the character, give them simple daily tasks, and paint a picture of how the character thinks.

In conclusion, there are just a few ways to start a story, and when writing, never forget the Hero’s Journey as something for you to lean on.

ALSO TUNE IN NEXT WEEK TO HERE ME RANT ABOUT HOW NOT TO START A STORY.

Do you struggle with writing the start of stories? If so, how do you have a strong start? I’d love to hear below.

Remember to live your life like the ginchy story that it is!

HaziWords

November Plans

I have plans, people, Plans.

I have dreams and aspirations.

I knew you before creation.

Sorry, everytime I say aspirations, the words from Toby Mac’s “Irene” gets stuck in my head.

But besides that, I have plans for November, big ones, actually.

1. Start a YouTube Channel

To channel my inner Gamer Girl.

So I can show just how much of a noob I am after all.

This means that I have to…

2. Purchase editing software, a mic, camera, and an eye of newt. (Halloween was last week, sorry).

3. Finishing Writing RTR

One of my stories needs to be completed for editing and publishing, so I must, I must, I must complete my…Book. (Almost gave an awkward Judy Blume reference just then).

4. Do all the college things.

All of the college-thingys. Like, you know preparing to retake the SATs (I am pretty certain my score wasn’t great on the SATs, considering, my math isn’t as strong, and like I said, I’m kinda a high strung ambitious stick in the mud, and anxiety kicked in, and…I was a little too “shoot for the moon”), applying for student aid, and signing up for local college courses.

5. Finishing Shaggy’s story

If you didn’t know, and didn’t read my last post, I talked about writing up all the stories of my brothers Guinea Pig, and publishing it. Cheesy? No, because they are very close to true (SOMEBODY over embellishes a little too much).

6. Clean and Organize my room.

I am a pig.

I eat everything, and make big messes.

I just don’t eat my messes.

Or clean them, and it’s become a problem.

7. Pick out a dress for my favorite self-sacrificial time of the year.

It’s a dance for homeschoolers, and don’t get me wrong, for whatever stupid reason, I have gone every year for the past three years, and put on half my weight eating the food and being miserable, but the simple fact remains, I need a dress so I can look 5/10 compared to how I usually look the other 364-ish days a year.

I’m really a downer about this dance. It might be years of bitter resentment about the lack of break dancing that goes on.

It’s all folk dances.

You seriously can’t tell me that if Jane Austin was around, she wouldn’t be trying to do something out of the ordinary, like pulling a little bit of Lindsey Sterling.

8. Paint my room

I’m like my mother in so many ways. My goal is to paint my room next week.

MOST people, plan.

I’m not, I’m going to get the paint, paint my room, and if I get paint on the floor, well, it was a boring wood color anywhozzles.

9. Get in 15 hours of Driving.

I have nothing clever to say here.

Other then-GOSH DANG IT STUPID MIDNIGHT MOTORCYCLE RACERS ON THE STUPID SUGAR-COOKYING INTERSTATE, I’M TRYING TO WRITE HERE, NOT PLAN MURDERS.

I mean brain washings. I don’t murder.

I get upset when I kill a fly.

10. Purchase my parents Christmas gifts.

Because I’m a responsible adult-ish person, who has a job, and is doing adult-ish things, like considering a subscription to the YMCA (employee discount through work).

And that concludes A month-in-the-plans of Hazi.

Remember to live your life like the ginchy story that it is!

HaziWords

YOU’LL NEVER GET RID OF ME

I’m backkkkkkkkk

To be said in the most creepy of creepy ways.

So, as I said, I’m back, with quality blog content.

With content quality so great, you’ll have to wear sunglasses at night, while your in bed, reading this, when you should probably be asleep.

Like me, writing this, at night, not wearing sunglasses (because I’m the great quality-content writer), probably should be asleep, but I’m definitely not, because I have dedication.

For real-i-o, tho-i-ogh, (I’m so sorry), Hazi is back, and at it again, better then before, because I’m closer to evolving into my FINAL FORM (by probably five months).

But besides that, I’m hoping to do more, so I can start a blog post by saying…

Have I got a Story For You.

Because?

Have I got a story for you.

Okay, so a lovely four years ago my brother got a sweet little Guinea pig named Shaggy for Christmas.

(Shaggy was an opinionated brat who had attitude issues and hogged chairs).

And for whatever reason, had the strangest adventures with our current pets at the moment.

From experiencing a dog almost eating him and a green pepper(he lived three years later, don’t freak out), to my brother seeing if ZuZu pet armor fit (it did, he was into it, ticked however, when it messed his fur up), and having a very extra crush on my dad’s dog, Shaggy was quite a Guinea.

He really meant the world to us, like all animals.

Unfortunately, Detective Shaggamuffin has gone into a crazy battle against the Back Alley Cats, left us with his stories, and sends us more to this day.

And with these stories piling up, we think it’s only fair that we share them with the public, thus meaning, I am going under the epic task of publishing his stories.

So join me, as my brother and I try to publish (I have to edit it first, when translating, I had some problems making things clear) this story, and I try to publish another story.

A personal story written by yours truly, that will confuse the life out of you and your exsistence-it’s on my Wattpad, you should check it out, if you’re into some chill-comedy, kids who get into confusing situations, and even some how become Royals with a dog and Komodo dragon.

Besides those great endeavours, I’m also going to go back to my roots of Writing Tips (which I left off when I lost steam), and book reviews. Of course, I will continue to the life style aspect, it’s just a matter of…I have a weird life style right now, and it’s really just…life, if that makes since.

So, all updates aside, I’m back, I hope ya’ll missed me, because I’m going to be here for a very, very good while.

Stay tuned for tomorrow’s post to hear me complain about how tired I am.

Remember to live your life like the ginchy story that is!

HaziWords

Character Reveal

Guys, brace yourself for a character that is almost too much to handle.

Age: 15 3/4(These numbers matter, okay, they matter a lot).

Looks:

Yes, guys, the ginchtastic character is me!!

So basically I’m hoping to do more beauty-skin care related posts (a lifestyle part of this blog, if you will), and since I’m doing that, I thought I’d a face reveal…type of thing.

Anyway, the reason why I want to do skincare stuff, is because you see a lot of posts about acne, however, I have severe cystic acne, and while yes I don’t look terrible in this picture (blessing to Bare Minerals and beautiful lighting), it can be pretty severe, so I thought I’d do a section of this blog dedicated to that. I’ll be doing reviews, and hopefully, if you struggle with severe acne or anything along those lines, we can take the journey together, of feeling more confident and comfortable in our own skin.

Anywho!

It’s a short post this time around, but most definitely keep an eye out for blog updates and changes (themes, etc. (.

Stay Ginchy!

HaziWords

Things I don’t understand…

It’s been a while since I’ve made one of these late-nigh, phone written posts.

Very old-school Hazi.

Anywhozzzz, a little while ago I cracked into a mid-night snack (I’m pulling an all nighter at my mother’s job, and broke into their snacks), and ended up having some salt and vinegar chips, and then I realized something.

I don’t know why they exist.

I don’t even know why I eat them- they taste terrible, your breath smells terrible, and that moment that they hit a raw spot in your mouth or on your lips, don’t you know that hells going to break through the floor.

That being said, this made me realize, there are a (surprising) amount of things I don’t understand, besides those stupid chips, and here’s a few of them:

1. People’s constant desire to be touchy-feely.

Now I’ve always been an independent person, I mean to be honest, my mom can always figure out I’m sick or just not feeling great emotionally by my cuddle-level.

Most people like to hug there friends.

I just don’t understand it.

Who created this mind-numbing task in which you have to breath on me (with a usually not-minty fresh breath), and give me a lovely notice of either your lack of deoderont-or over use you cologne/perfume.

And it’s not even the smell, or just hugging alone, it’s just every bodies desperate desire to constantly be touching each other (don’t be gross), like touching arms, holding hands, shaking hands, etc.

To be honest, though, I really think it has to do with having a history of guys as friends, or just growing up with them being apart of my family life.

Oh that’s nice, you think that someone’s just going to pat your arm?

Let me introduce you to an Indian rug burn.

Oh, you want a hug?

Let me introduce you to the headlock-noogie.

Oh hand shake?

Really?

How about a nice hand DECAPATION?! (Hand Squeezes are real in the rough house community).

Even still, with the understanding of where my aversion to that general area comes from, I still don’t get why people do it so much.

A slight head nod and smile works for me. (Social Queen).

2. Why Celery is a suggested popular snack

It’s bland.

Even slapping some peanut butter on it won’t save it.

Why is it a healthy “alternative” snack, when I could very well eat a Lara Bar, and be good to go?

Sure it has more calories, but also, at least I won’t spend ten years pulling strings out of my teeth.

3. Tradations

Why would I eat Ham or Turkey for a “special meal”, when I’d much rather just break into this pie.

Excuse me, who decides that we should eat our carrots before pie for a celebration?

I demand Sweet Potato Pie and a Banana Pudding right now.

4. The English language.

Did you read that right?

Or did you read it right?

See?!

THIS IS WAY TO-TOO CONFUSING.

5. Geography.

I don’t understand why I need to know about the climate in every single country that exists, when we all know that you’ll only go back around and tell me that there are a few exclusions.

6. Aversions to electronics.

Have you ever been at a family function, and you get bored of listening to mundane conversations, so you break out the Legos to play with your friends, and the adults yell at you for not being around others enough?

No. I haven’t either.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying it’s okay if you spend time ignoring people on your phone at these functions, I’m just saying that people need to stop getting so triggered about it.

Don’t get mad at me when I say this, but seriously, if you’ve got all the kids playing Minecraft (or Roblox if it’s those types of kids), I don’t see a problem-because nobody is cleaning up a Lego mess, nobody is stepping on Legos getting mad about the mess, and nobody is physically in pain.

Yet.

I swear there are only so many times I can /kill Cody without him realizing what happens, and why I’m doing it-because I have worked my butt of with this house, and I don’t appreciate him blowing up the first floor Everytime I move onto the second floor after repairs to the one the kid blew up.

Honestly.

I now really don’t see the difference, because I’m sorry, but Cody was going to end up with with something smacking him in the first place, and it’s no longer a Lego platform, but rather his laptop.

Okay, so those are a few things I don’t understand, but hey, let me know if you’re into finding out more, and if any of these confuse you as well.

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