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.


*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,


Taking Back Death

Hey all, so I tried to post my first Wattpad story, but I wasn’t feeling it. Mainly because I dislike writing just drama or romance without action, so anyways, this one is more my type, and the best of my favorite things. I know it’s cheezy, but if you my loyal viewers could give me advice, that’d be Ginchy!

Stay Ginchy,


Multiple things should be dreaded as a new student.
Questions, stares, cliques trying to pull you to one side or another, or more importantly, rumors.
I wasn’t exactly new at Cornerstone high. In fact, I had set foot in here at least 29 days before I ended up leaving.
Of course, with my sudden parting, it was no doubt that rumors would fly-but when half the kids don’t know you, and the other half knows everything about you, your destined to have more than rumors.
“Hey Medusa…” My ex-boyfriend, Colton, greeted as I made my way down the linolium lined hallway.
I smiled and gave a wave, ignoring the nickname.
Out of all the nicknames I could recieve, and I get an evil snake-haired lady that kills people with looks.
He froze, and held his pose for a good thirty seconds, errupting laughter from everyone in his group.
I ignored him and made my way to my locker, where I flicked through the combination, not exactly surprised at the lack of change in three years.
Cornerstone high was named after Corner Stone itself, and the town itself was so small that everyone in town into a cruiseship. Legitamately the only reason that we aren’t combined with Middle School is because Rivers Flux, a large apartment complex that is really in Cascon County (a much larger city), registers as Cornerstone school District.
I watched as students flowed past me, half of them barely recognising me.
So far Colton was the only one who recognized me-he should, though, because he was being prosicuted.
I tucked a strand of my red hair behind my ear and slammed my fist where I knew the lock latched, and smiled as it popped open in success.
Ah, locker sweet locker. Nothing like the sweet smell of school supplies. It was nice to see that my sister kept it up, made sure kids didn’t shove trash or anything through the slits.
I shoved my backpack into the locker, removed my needed books, and shut it again, causing the couple standing behind the open door to remove themselves from each other.
I smiled and braved a greeting, before making my way down the hallway. Same school, different people. I mean, I didn’t exactly expect everyone to look the same, we were Freshman’s in Highschool when I went, and now that we’re juniors, it’s definetely different.
I pushed open the door to my Homeroom, finding a bunch of chattering silence as I entered.
I smiled.
New start, just like I wanted, right?
“Hi Mrs.Sinoma.” I greeted her, enjoying the feel of the smile. It gave me a little bit of a push when she smiled back.
“It’s lovely to see you again, Miss Glass. I hope you are doing well.” Her tone was little bit softer than when I first started school, her lips had the no-nonsince line, but her eyes had her usual mirth playing about in them.
“I am, thanks. Finding Atlantis was definetely a learning experience.” I said, grinning.
I was mocking the kids in the room who were whispering rumors.
She nodded, I found a seat in the back. My seat, where I carved my name into the top of the desk, and attempted to staple some guy who was trying to get a little to fresh before the teacher got into the room.
However, shockingly enough, someone was sitting in it. He looked up, his dark blue eyes had the careless look, and a familiar expression to match. Honestly, he looked all too familiar, but I couldn’t place where.
I smiled “I’d be careful, that’s where I sacrifice the blood of stupid boys-I mean, if the rumor still stands.” I sat down in the empty chair beside him, and leaned back in the chair.
He muttered a few choice words of profanity at me, before focusing back on the table.
“I’m Mia.” I said, tipping my head so I could get a better look at him. He didn’t say anything. “Oh it’s really nice to meet you Bertie, yeah, it is a fine day. No, I’ve actually been here before, explains the crack about sacrificing dumb boys. Yeah, was a cruddy day for everyone. Espicially the boy who’s eyebrow had a staple in it-” He stood up arrupbtly and motioned to it.
“Do you want the chair? Will it make you shut up?” He asked impatiently, I figured that since Mrs.Sinara hadn’t said anything, he was a problem-child, or tried to be. One thing I knew was that I was used against the problem children-like an anti-hero type of gig.
“No, I actually never shut up. When I’m not talking, I’m still making noise. It’s a weird reflex. I was tested for ADHD because of it. According to the therapist, it’s a weird coping mechanism.But yes, I would love the chair, thanks.” I stood up and took my seat, and exhaled, smiling at the comfort of being in my old blue chair, with my old wood-metal desk.
Nothing like home.
“So, Bertie, what drew you to my table?” I asked just as the first bell rang, beconing in some straggling students.
He didn’t respond.
“Well, yes, I know it’s a fine seat. In fact, the perfect spot, so if there was a fire, I could legitamately jump straight out the window. I’d even be okay-I mean, a little smelly, but beats being burned.” I continued babbling, even though he was clearly trying to get me to leave him alone. I couldn’t just leave him, though. I found him intruiging. Moody.
And that was obtained after five minutes of seeing him.
Let’s not acknowledge his excellent taste in seats.
Mrs.Sinara called the class in session, and did the usual roll-call announcement stuff. Lunch would suck. The field trip to the community center to help some girl with a project to help Soldiers sounded cool, the field trip to see the Governors Mansion sounded snoozeville-ish.
I sighed and tapped my fingers on the desk lightly, ignoring the stares from the Bertie.
I wasn’t kidding about my desperate desire to make noise.
It was a tick I had, ever since I was little girl, loosing the shoes on Barbie dolls.
Even my nose made noise when I slept-I had a slight nose whistle that was annoying when I became aware of it.
Finally, Homeroom was over, leaving me four minutes to get to my locker and then to my next class.
Which, comically enough, English was taken right with Bertie, who was sitting in my old seat, again.
Small World, isn’t it?

21 Facts about me

So recently I hit 20 followers-which seems small, but for me, this is a HUGE accomplishment. I decided that’d I’d do twenty-one (because I now have 21 followers- 79 until my goal-and it’s not even the new year) facts at me, mainly because I’m feeling narcissist, and want to talk about myself. *Adjusts invisible collar on blazer*.

I give you Twenty-One Facts about Hazi.

1. I’m Okinawan-American. My dad was born in Okinawa, but left when he was a little over a year.

2. I’m a Non-Denominational Christian- I believe that you can go to Heaven only by surrending your life to God. 

3. I have a college level reading/writing (other than my grammar) ability.

4. My first memory was a year and a half, holding my little brother.

5. I have a few stray silver hairs, even though I’m fifteen. We figure it’s inherited and my anemia.

6. I register as 98% percent introvert, despite the fact most people think I’m akin extrovert.

7. My favorite album is by NF, Mansion.

8. I have one younger sibling, who’s often mistaken as my twin, or older brother.

9. I LOVE old cars.

10. I was a Cheerleader in Kindergarten

11. I was in a commercial.

12. I’m double jointed.

13. I’m home schooled because of my advancement in Language, but I’m in middle school math.

14. I’ve managed to stay up for 24 straight hours.

15. I’ve visited two different states, Michigan and Georgia.

16. I’m 5’5/5’6 

17. I have been to four vintage balls.

18. I always have to be doing multiple things, or else I will get distracted.

19. The longest story I have written (before my computer lost it half way), was fifty-thousand words. As of current I have one that is twenty-seven thousand words.

20. I’m Irish, Scottish, Japanese, Chinese, Okinawan, Native-American, Dutch, German, Italian, English, and possibly Greek (those are the ones we know of).

21. The only contest I one was a writing contest, where I placed second place with my brother.

  So that’s 21 facts about Hazi for you. I actually ran out of ideas. I shouldn’t write when I’m so tired.

  Happy New Year!

    Sugar cookies and Mac ‘N Cheese,


2018 Goals

Hey guys, HaziWords here bringing you your blog-ey forecast of Hazi…with a chance of

1 more day.

Well, 2, really, but still.


I can start new. On a normal year, like most normal people.

2 years until I graduate High school. 2 years to get things…more organized.

Anyways, I give you my goals for 2018, both on my blog, and in my life.

  1. Publish a story. This particular story has been the main focus of my writing abilities since I was nine years old. The story is a older-child story, but it’s something my brother and I have been pretty big on.
  2. Publish a short story. Recently, within an hour, I managed to write a short story that my parents pretty much adored, and really want me to publish.
  3. Reach 100 followers? I’m not sure how I’ll do this, but hey, I’ve got 365 days to give it a shot-so why the sugar cookie not?
  4. Pass my learners. Preferably the first time. Preferably within the month of February
  5. Take my gosh-darn Pre-SATS. Oh gosh…the pain. The terror. Any math geniuses want to help me?
  6. Start college courses. I’m not sure how this will work, but, hey, I’m determined.
  7. Get a job. I’ll be sixteen, I’ll have a wide range.
  8. Be healthier. Seriously, it can’t kill me to skip a dessert…throw in a few vegetables, exercise a bit more.
  9. Start a Wattpad story. I’m not a great writer, and I’m not very good at grasping kids my own age. Also, I’ve never been romantically involved, so we’ll see how these weird stories turn out.
  10. Get a Camera. The lightning on my phone sucks-all the time.
  11. Volunteer more. It makes my heart soar.
  12. Work on my acne. Recently my mom purchased some Bare Minerals make up that has made my skin look freakishly better, and feels so much better. I also have some cleansers and such, that work way well.
  13. Read through the Bible-On my own accord. I’m not the type of girl who reads straight through, or reads on a schedule. Some days I’m just needing a Job-spirit, and others I could really use some Esther sacrifice. However, I’m really not psyched about Song of Solomon, it’s a bit awkward.
  14. Reach 100 posts. It’s a good year, I’m determined that it will be.
  15. Write a few more skits. I’ve been working on a few strange ones, but it’s really entertaining.
  16. Make a new friend. Note that I seriously mean one friend, that’s not online. Mainly because I like to socialize, but I struggle to, at the same time.
  17. Create a new logo for my blog-I’m wanting something more tech-savvy of ginchy-looking. Anyone have any ideas?
  18. Read and Review 100 books-I’ve seen this idea a lot, it shouldn’t be too hard, our Library has reading programs during the Summer, so I usually do anyways.
  19. Collab with a blogger. Dude, that would be so cool.

20. Learn Spanish and Japanese-not all of it, but I am a big fan of learning languages, so learning these are definitely on my list of things to do.

So that’s all I have for my yearly goals-what’s on your list this year? I’m really looking forward to this new year, what about you?

Stay Ginchy,

Sugar Cookies and Noodles,



Hey you ginchtastic people you (totally sucking up so you’ll read and support my ever-strange blog), ’tis I, the great Haz-dini, bringing you your HaziWords forecast…of Hazi…with a chance
Seriously, though, 2017 was possibly the most strange year of all my 180 months I’ve been alive. (182 is when I get to change out my newly pierced ears-for some cooler ears, I’m thinking a smaller lobe-for some really ginchy ones, it’s also when I can get my learners-SCORE). I’d like to say it was terrible, but let’s face it, 2016 was definetly worst-at least for me.
I guess we’ll call 2017 the year I learned some important life lessons, and I started the journey to finding myself.
The old me, not the ubber snarky, usually pessimistic persona I’ve picked up.
I’m thinking 2018 is gonna be a good year-mainly because I’m deterimed to make it better.
Anyways, I give you everything I’ve learned in 2017, from beauty hacks on the inside, and out.
I. Only second guess when you know why your second guessing.
See, that’s me trying to be clever, but broken down, what I’m really trying to say, is that I have a tendancy to act in the moment and do things I regret. I’m not a thought-out thinker. Recently, I’ve discovered this idea:
Ask yourself why your second guessing?
No idea why? Nine times out of ten, that’s either your brains, or your fear kicking in. If your second guessing that really cool bag you want to buy, nine times out of ten, I would wait and see if you can find better. Like earlier this year, I didn’t want to go to a dance, but I was second guessing my desicision, and while I wasn’t entirely sure at the time why I would want to go to something that puts my brain through the ringer, I’m glad I did. Everything fell together. I mean, everything, my outfit, an idea to stay at the hotel it’s in (even though we live close, my mom wanted something that the whole family could enjoy-staying in a suite at the hotel). So really, I guess I’m trying to say, maybe your rethinking because a little esp, common since, or fear is creeping in. Seriously, five minutes and you might find yourself a little less regretfull.
2. Their seriously is a no better you.
I mean, dude, seriously, you’re being the best you that you can. Their’s a reason why science hasn’t been able to make human duplicates. Your chromosones, your DNA, your brain process, your heart-those are yours, and no one can entirely be that. Don’t tell yourself someone’s better at something than you-you’re being the best you that’s possible at that very moment- something they’ll never be good at.
3. Don’t try and be different-just be you.
Again with the be you stuff?!
Don’t try and be one of those girls that’s different from the crowd.
Just be you.
If you is hittin’ the Starbucks coffee at whatever time of the day, or rockin’ those Ray Bans, than do it. If being you is throwing on some sweatpants and chillin’ with your Netflix Account-do it.
Really, we all try so hard to be different-we end up being the same.
So really, let’s blur those lines of same and different, and just be ourselves-I’m curious to see how many enjoy Ray Bans and laptops.
“I wear my Sunglasses at night…”
4. Don’t shave your unibrow.
Because you’ll take off to much eyebrow.
It’s dumb, I was tired, distracted, and bored with doing my makeup.
5. Stop it with the regrets, already!
I mean really, your doing the best you can (as stated before), and if you urp up, big deal-it just means you’ve got a really cringy story that you can tell your kids, and your grandkids. “Don’t feel bad, when I was a preteen, I latched onto things I could careless about, and would ramble about them for hours in public places.”
6. Maybe helping others is what makes me happy.
“Sometimes, you need to pamper yourself. It’ll make you feel better.”
Like heck-to-the-no.
Recently, I learned that I have a desperate desire to be wanted and needed. I have a desperate desire to put a smile on someones face, and to make them laugh.
When I put a haitus on volunteer work so I could try to catch up on other aspects of life-I became depressed. I mean, I was pretty much worthless-feeling. I felt like I was failing everybody, and my laugh and smiles were lies.
I started volunteering again-and my heart was soaring.
And it has been since.
Maybe, if your feeling kinda low, what you’re really needing is a trip to the Soup Kitchen, Animal Shelter, Homeless Shelter, or even just a trip to the grocery store, where you might just find a way to make someone smile-and lift your spirits, even just a little.
7. Dignity isn’t just the ability to laugh of the fact you had toilet paper attatched to your shoe.
Dignity is when your wrong, or you messed up, and your willing to humbly admit it.
Dignity is when someone insults you, and rather than get haughty, smile at them, and laugh it off.
Dignity is forgiveness and letting go, even though it hurts.
Dignity is knowing when to ask for help, and not being scared to ask for it.
Dignity is crying and loosing it, but gathering yourself, praying, and finding a way out of the situation.
Dignity is coming back to what you tried to leave-but being so much better.
Dignity is something that’s hard to express, but even harder for your enemies to recieve-the best kind of innocent revenge out there.
8. Don’t cut wet hair unless you know what your doing.
Or you’ll be sporting half-bangs for a month.
9. Consider others.
Face it, traffic sucks.
Those really annoying customers that are complaing about everything? Well, they kinda suck too-or their ‘tude does.
Maybe the traffic sucks because their was an accident-or someone is just trying to rush to the Hospital for an emergancy. Maybe their attitude sucks, because they’ve hit a road block. Either way, we’ve all had a bad attitude at some point in our lives-and we only feel worst when someone matches it. You might feel like they have it comming-but you didn’t have it comming last week when you got yelled at for accidently running into someone, or when someone you cared for exited your life without warning, and it was all you could do to open your eyes in the morning.
10. It’s okay to cry.
I’ve always been emotional. Maybe not over movies or books, but when it comes to life-I’m a blubberer. I cry when I’m yelled at.
I cry when I fail a test.
I cry when my pets die.
I cry when my mom is mad at me.
I cry when I’m cutting onions.
I’ve never been good at controlling my tear-ducts with my emotions-and lately, I’ve learned that’s okay, for two reasons:
1. They have water proof makeup.
2. It’s not okay to keep it bottled up. I’m pretty certain I’m not going to wait ten, twenty or however long it takes to get ahold of Prince Charmings hanky. I’m pretty sure I would loose it-if I don’t cry, I blow up, and really, the latter is not okay, considering nine-times-out-of-ten, that person didn’t have it comming to them.
11. Forgiveness.
It hurts when someone lies to you, when someone tears apart something you gave away so cautiously.
It hurts even longer when you stay angry.
When you don’t let go.
When every piece of your heart hates someone.
It tears you apart, and turns you into the beast you never wanted to be.
The beast you never meant to be.
And there goes your beauty.
Introducing the modern day Beauty and the Beast-the time where you get to play both main characters-the question is, are you going to let those crazy sisters of yours stop you from becoming that beauty you once were?
(Just look up the original story, it’s weird).
12. Never put off what you can do today, for tomorrow.
Because, nine times out of ten, for me, it was suppose to have been done three weeks ago, so I should probably, most definetly, do it TODAY.
13. Go to Ihop at midnight.
Because I told you too.
Because it gives your drowsy mind time to contimplate your life.
Because you haven’t hit that stage where you end up at some other joint.
Because your underaged and your not allowed to drink.
Because eating pancakes at midnight can go three ways:
Because they have free wifi, and you don’t, and you have a desperate desire to binge watch Liza Koshy.
Because you need to get out of the house, your a vampire, and that’s the only place opened in this stupid little town that late.
14. Go to Walmart at Midnight
People at normal grocery stores are judgy. Grocery Shopping at Walmart on a Thursday at twelve in the morning?
“Do you want your milk in bag?”
15. Smile more. You’ll need practice for better days to come, because trust, me their comming at you, you just need to shape them to turn out better than better.
So thoughts, comments questions, concerns? List ’em down below-also, tell me how ya’lls 2017 went, and how you intend to tackle 2018.
2017 was weird. I lost alot, and I won so much. If you’ll excuse me, though, I need to go get into a fight with Socrates.
Pancakes and Brownies,

Merry Giftmas!

Hey there, Yūjin, it tis I, the ginchtabulous HaziWords…bringing you your daily forecast of…


Thats right, today I share with you gifts of every variety, for all my epic friends…

I mean the ones I see, not the ones online. That’s hard to give anything to the ones online except a virtual card or sometin’ like that. (As you can tell, I’m not tec savvy. That’s my mom’s and brothers job (seriously, some guy was getting into our computer system, and my mom outsmarted this guy. And my brother just knows how to find cheats and get around family security locks on his phone). Anyways, the point is, I have some gifts for you, that you might like, and find affordable (or not) gifts or ideas…for peoples…

Okay, so number one, we have this incredible loop scarf….which was originally 8 dollars (Big Lots), but we got it discounted and paid…five…I think… scarves are great gifts, because I gave my friend a fuzzy one for her birthday, and everyone thought it was cool (well, they thought it was cool, not hypervenilation like I was doing when she got the part of a book series I hadn’t read yet).

Alright, now here’s this awesome blanket scarf (Big Lots), which we paid eight dollars for (was originally 10). Oh, and bonus picture of my brother modeling it.

Okay, now we have this really pretty 3-D puzzle I got at Barnes and Noble for 3 dollar’s (discounted from twelve).

And this notebook.

All notebooks work really.

You can’t have too many notebooks.

Except me…

My mom won’t buy me anymore until I finish using the fifty-some odd I already have.

Dang it.

It has PARIS. On it. Paris. I dream of Paris. Standing at the bottom of the Eifle tower (not actually going on the Eifle Tower because I’m terrified of heights), pulling some sort of Audry Heptburn move….ah…so nice…

Anyways, we got this for like, 2 dollars, because Kmarts was closing. I’m not sure the original price, but it’s cute.

FUZZY SOCKS. WHO THE SUGAR COOKIES DOESN’T WANT FUZZY SOCKS? They also have bonus padding so you won’t slip and die running down the hall way…or at least give you a concussion when you bang your head on a bookshelf….

We got these bad boys for 5 dollars, from Big Lots, and might I say, they are going to make some mighty fine gifts for Christmas.

Now for a less direct gift, here’s one for all your favorite Harry Potter Fans out there…this bow set which I also got marked down to a dollar, from Barnes and Noble. And I also don’t know the original price of tbis

That’s all I have for ya’ll today…or right now…whenever I post next. I hope ya’ll have an epic day, and make sure to stay warm (and ginchy)

Hot Chocolate, and Marsala Mash (don’t ask),



Hey guys, HaziWords here bringing you your daily forecast of a scattered, but Hazi, chance of Book Reviews, and Geekyness.

Thats right, it’s time to review another favorite book of mine. The book is written by Holy Smale, and it’s CALLED….

Geek Girl.

It had class.

It has sass.

It has Sugar Cookies.

I mean a really old Tortois.



But really, Geek Girl includes all of those.

Including a Lion Boy.

And a really creepy stalker.


Except it’s more…PG-13 than the First book review I did.


Let’s just get into the sypnosis.

  Harriet Manners is a geek. Theirs no doubt about it.

The Oxford Dictionary says it, her satchel says it…in a fait way, but it says geek none-the-less.

If she’s honest, she’s certainetly not what you might call cool-beans.

Especially considering her stalker is the only other geek she knows, that has managed to vomit on her twice.

Clearly, though, despite the alleged geekyness, a model agency seems to have other ideas.

Specifically, Wilbur (not William, mind you). His offer is nearly unresistable for Harriet. Finally, a way out of being the world most hated person. She could finally be cool…popular…she could finally have a metamorphosis that she’s read butterflies have.

Now if only she could figure out why she was chosen, sort out an angry stepmother and best friend, and try to act chill around Lion boy, whole hiding under furniture and smelling hands (don’t ask-read).

Join Harrier Manners as she takes over the Fashion World…or at least finds something better to wear, rather than an insect costume.

    All in all, I give this book a ten out of five stars. While the writing and characters were amazing-I admit I yearned for a bit more hiding under table action.


The whole thing was amazing, and really captivated me from start to finish.

 That’s all I have for tonight, folks, so make sure you stay ginchy!

  Snickers and Hashbrowns,