Post-It notes and other stuff

A couple days ago, we found post-it notes stuck around the school with messages on them like, "smile" or "someone cares." They where posted around the school including bathrooms, change rooms, hallways, classrooms, and on lockers.
I'm pretty sure the notes where just a prank or a one-day joke by a couple of kids, because most kids just laughed or mocked the person who they thought wrote them, or just simple ripped them off and threw them away. Although they were probably not put up for the intent of inspiring someone and instead were probably put up as a joke to mock teachers who give speeches of the same nature, they were pretty inspiring.
I was pretty pissed that I wasn't the one who thought of it and I think i might actually start sticking some up on mirrors in bathrooms and change rooms. Although I'm pretty sure they'll be ripped down, I'll take the chance. One of my life goals is to make a positive impact on someone's life (sounds cheesy, right? Like totally not something your English teacher would say.)
When it comes to laughing at suff, I'm an odd shild. Well, I'm always an odd child, but we don't need to go into that. (: On one hand I'm right there alongside with everyone laughing at the giver of the speech, called them naive for thinking such things. On the other hand, I'm secretly agreeing with the speech, (in this case) and admire the person for having the guts to say those things when they know they'll probably be laughed at beghind their back.
I don't know what's worse: lying about how you feel to fit in, or having to hide how you feel in order to be accepted.

This was an odd post. I went from talking aboit sticky notes and encouraging messages to lying to fit in. Well the TL;DR of this is:
 1. I think it's great to post sticky notes in public places with encouraging messages in hopes of making a positive impact on someone's life, and
2. I think it's terrible how you have to hide and lie about how you feel about certain things in order to be accepted and laughed at.
~acer. (:

Stories

Everyone has a story. Some people's may be sad, others' happy, some might be proud of their story, others might not be. Some hide their story, some don't. There are many differnt stories, but everyone has a story.
Keep that in mind. The person that you're calling names at school might also lead a bad life at home. Or the guy you make your punching bag might already be abused enough.
Everyone has a story; You just don't know it.
-Niki

Amanda Todd

We often hear stories of people being bullied to the point of suicide. Although it's terrible, we never really think much about it. It doesn't really seem real... but it is. Amanda's death was tragic, but it was also a wake-up call for us. Bullying happens and we shouldn't ignore it. Amanda Todd was a 15 year-old with a heart-breaking story. She lined in my hometown and went to one of the nearby schools. Although I didn't know Amanda personally, I have classmates who were friends with her and they're terrible heartbroken.
If you haven't already watched her touching video, I highly suggest you do right now.

So just keep in mind, bulling does happen, it's not something that just happens in stories, and it definitely shouldn't be ignored.
To those of you who are being bullied and/or know someone who is, please stand up for them. Please tell a trusted person and ask for help. Please help them. For the sake of this random person on the interent, please get help. I know that sounds cheesy, and you're like OMG! what does she know? Well, you're right. I don't know your situation, but I know that you  (or your friend) deserve to get help. Make your story known. Speak up.
RIP Amanda Todd <3

Best wishes to all,
Niki <3

Canadians

Well in case if you haven't noticed, I'm a proud Canadian/Iranian. Yeah I'm Canadian and Iranian. Got a problem with that? Well reacently one of my friends online told me how she loved Canadian accents so much (she's American). I was confused becuase aren't canadian accents supposed to be like northern American accents (like washington or New York, not Texas. Wait, do Texesians even have the stereotypical "Western" drawl?)
So after a long time of searching on the Internet, I realized I'm not very Canadian, nor are the majority of the people inhabiting our beautiful country. Turns out, "Canadians" are supposed to speak in Newfoundald-ish accents, guzzle the fake crap they call Maple Syrup, go around wearing toques, and tack an eh? on the end of every sentence.
Well sorry to break it to you, love, but no one, or no one that I've seen anyway, goes around carrying a bottle of Aunt Jemimiah's around with them everywhere they go. Nor do we wear toques (unless if it's winter) and I think I've only heard one Canadian say eh? before and that was a man who used to be a farmer in the `70s. And the accent? Well I guess Newfoundlanders have the Newfoundlanian accent, but that's not all of us.
There are some differnces in speach though, like people from the Praries usually take faster than other, and we say zed not zee, and we apperantly say a few words differently, but all of that's mostly personal preference and also depends on who you hang out with.
For example, if you sepnd a lot of time with your friend who has an English accent and with your other friend who has an Indian accent, then you'll probably end up saying a few words in a slight English accent and other in a slight Indian accent. So there's a lot of accent contamination going on.
Are you Canadian enough?


~ © xXACERXx

Welcome to my Life

I've decided to share me current favourite song with you lovely people. It's Welcome to my Life by Simple Plan. Don't listen if it's too "screamo" or "punk" or "depressing" for you. Don't worry, I have rants planned out just for stereotypers like you.

 

 

 

 



Funny how it pairs up so well with my earlier rant, huh? Yeah, well since we're on the topic of pairing up, check out Kristen Randel's The Only Alien on the Planet. It's a good book, trust me.

The only Alien in the World

For what seems like forever, I've known I'm different. I don't fit in like everyone else seems to. I don't find humiliating others funny. I don't enjoy talking about who went out with who. According to society, I'm an alien.

According to me, I'm just Acer (no, I don't go around calling myself that, if you must know.) Let me give you a sense of how it is. Basically, I wander around through a world who thinks I live in a textbook (I'll go on more about that in a future rant) while everyone seems to have a place in this world. Sure I've got friends- if you could call those fakes who I seem to be stuck with, friends, then yes. I have plenty of friends.

I used to be bothered by this. Now I've accepted it, I'm an alien. The real question is: are aliens allowed to have friends?

I'm back...

I'M BACK!!! Wooh-hoo! Wait, is that even a word? Well, anyhoo, I'm back, in case if you haven't noticed. :p I know I was supposed to post way more, but belive it or not,I have a life other than blogging. Surprising, right? No actually, I don't really. But I've been busy with the new school year, new school year crap, and new school year homework overload combined with lazyness, so that's gotta count for something.
I've been thinking... a lot... and I've thought about just deleting this blog and starting over fresh, but I've decided against it. Instead I've just decide to do two things. 1) to keep the old posts and just carry on with my regular but improved posting and 2) to change the name of this blog. So behold inkstianed! I'm aslo changing the URL to inkstained.blogspot.com. Enjoy. c:

Does anyone else attack the 'next blog' button?
Can some awesome person please give me feedback on my posts? Please I'm desperate. I don't have anyone to show this to and expect an honest opinion from. My friends will just make fun of it, and my family will automatically say it's awesome. I'm at the point of printing out copies and dropping them on random doorsteps and hoping someone will miraculously mail me their oppinion. Please, I need oppinion from a stranger.

question of the day

Where is the undo botton in life?

Embarrassing moment no. 1

Kay, so I thought I should start entertaining you lovely people with the happenings of my day. So today It'll be the day's embarrassing moment. lawlz. It was very hot and sunny today so my mom and I went to the mall. When we came out and headed towards the parking lot to find out car. There as this one car and it looked exactly like my mom's so i went in it. I opened the door and guess what? It was unlocked! I never thought my mom's car included a fat, bald man!

Important

Yello, wonderful readers that don't even exist. I'm thinking about changing The Rainbowville's Papers' name to somehting more along the lines of 'The Overflowing Fountain of Thoughts'. When I first made this blog, I had intended for it to be more of a newspaper-like style, but that didn't work out. Instead it turned out to be a place for me to empty out my thoughts.
So yeah, just an FYI, don't freak out if you see this blog under another name.
Thanks for your time.
~xXACERXx

Hope: chapter 3

Dawn

      I made my way to class while thinking about the mysterious boy. Wow, someone actually helped me up for a change. The world must be changing. Stop it dawn! He's just going to pretend he's your best friend and then leave you hanging just like everyone else has.
      My next class was art and I was glad. Art was my only class where I could express my true feelings and the teachers wouldn't hate me. You see, part of the reason I'm hated is because my mom was a prostitute. That's how she ended up with me. She had no idea who my dad was and she didn't want a kid so she just dumped me at a foster home.
      The other part of the reason I'm hated is because I'm poor. Everyone in this town is either rich or poor. If you don't have the cash, you're usually hated. There are a few "poor" kids in this school, but they all have something to make up for it. If you're pretty, that makes up for your lack of cash. I'm nothing special so, yay, the world is against me.
      Ms. Chen, the art teacher is Japanese and is judged for being it. Most student don't like her becuase they think she is dumb. Well, she isn't. She's actually really smart and the only person who gets me.
      once I got to art class, I sat in my seat and got my portfolio ready. Becuase of my oh-so-popular status, no one sits beside me. I sat down and took my supplies out and started to doodle on a scrap piece of paper from my notebook.
"Hello, everyone,"alled Ms. Chen. "We have a new student today," she motioned to a boy at the front of the room. I gasped, it as him!
"This is Jordan O'Conner."
"Jordan," She tuned to the boy. "Why don't you go and sit with Dawn. "Dawn, please raise your hand." I raised my hand justb anough for him to be able to see where I was.

Jordan

I shoved my books ino my locker and checked my schedule. My next peiod was Art with Ms. Chen in room 296C. I hastily made my way to the art room.

my friends....

My friends are an interesting species. 2 of them - let's call them G and A act like they are 7 years old. They are the BFFFLFL kinda people. They're best friends and like stuck to each other like glue. I'm not sure if you get the picture, but I'm starting to get really concerned. G is like the uber girly type and A-let's just say she is the exact opposite. Polar opposites right? How they manage to e such good friends is one of the world's big mysteries.
There's S, the wanna be queen. One minute she's best friends with the popular people and when they ditch her- BAMM! We're officially her new best friends.
And theres SH, the jealous 'best friend'. oh, don't forget GA and GH the two who are my best friend only when they want homework answers.
I love my friends...

posts...

Ello my lovely yet very few readers who I thank for taking the time to read my oh so ashum blog. ;D
Sorry for the lack of posts. There's only like, One and a half months of school left so the homework load is getting pretty heavy. We now have about 2-4 GIANT tests and exams per week and most of our big projects are due in a couple of days. So I'm usually staying up late doing homework or studying, any free time that I have is taken up with my music and extra curricular classes. Hardly any time left fpr blogging. So my apology to the few who do take the time to read my still-developing ^^ blog. Give me a month and things will lighten up and I'll hopefully start to post more. Ya that's pertty much it. Baiiii

A/N

I'm sorry, my spell check is acting up write now, so it's like automatically spelling everything wrong, so ya, just gonna apologize for all of the spelling mistakes everywhere. c:

we are lucky

There are people in the world who pray for a bite of bread every night. They have nothing to eat and here we are, complaining about being overweight. We are lucky...
A man is crippled, lost his wife, and his child is hospitalised yet when someone asks him how he is, he says "excellent".
We are lucky...

dear mr president link

Sorry, me being my awesomely forgetful self, I totally forgot to post the link for the song- so here it is.
I hope it works...
enjoy :3

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sn14_y2euzM

Uh oh, one direction....

One direction ahs been getting super popular around here and it's really starting to get on my nerves. Yes, I don't like them. Sue me. Don't get all defensive girlies, I'm not saying they are not talented ot anything, but i'm really not a fan. A couple days ago, my friend came over and she made us listen to "I lyke gurls whoo eeat carrots!"-you know what they sound like- I honestly have nothing agianst brittish accents, it's just that after half an hour of listening to the same phrase again and again, it gets really ridiculas. so ya, because of my beloved friend watched the same 10 miute video over 5 times. That's like what? 70 "I like girls who eat carrots"? So after that my friend insisted we eat a healthy snack of- guess what? - carrots.
I am npw officially tired of eating- ugh- carrots. :P Sick of 'em. Doesn't JB wanna like, kill those guys? (don't get me started on him. I'll save the sarcastic comments about him for another post) dude, they're like stealing his fans!!! OMGW!!!! I feel bad for you, Biebs. >o<

Kay, guys, listen up. Who actually enjoys the hope chapters and the other posts for that matter? if you don't, please let me know (I take criticism well) because I don't want to spend my time writting chapters and posts no one enjoys. I'm new at this, so I want to know how I'm doing.
Well ya thanksies
-xXACERXx

in order to be popular...

Now a days, in order to be popular, you must be someone who...
a) is one a C- average
b) has slept with everyone of the opposite gender
c) drinks and is always high
d) spends all of their time gossipping and shopping
e) does illegal things (most preferably does drugs, steals, or even commits greater crimes)
f) is always ditching class
g) sneaks out every night to attend that hot party at their friend house
h) never pays any attention in class and is always in detention
i)  dresses as if they can't afford a decent set of clothes that actually covers their body
j)cakes their face with makeup in order to seem "pretty"
k) I swear is trying to set a world record for how many swears they can fitin a simple sentence
I could go on, but there is no point in doing that. To sum things up, everyone who has good grades, isn't a slut, sticks to the law, pays attention in class, does not over load on makeup, and keeps the time spent in detention to a minimum is considered not cool.
Now, I'm a straight A student (ya call me a nerd), I wear decent clothes, I don't drink or do anything of that sorts, I don't commit crimes, never had a boyfriend (ya, I've never been suicidal enough to do that), I don't do parties, for fun i read, sketch, blog, and take pictures, I try to keep the swearing to a minimum,and in short, I'm not cool.

dear mr president

I was bored - that's recently been my excuse for everything, but whatev- so I spent my whole friday listening to music. Now being me, that's not a surprise as I do that a lot but i spent my wonderful friday listening to p!nk. I admit it, she is kinda coolio. So anyhooo, I was listening to Dear mr. president. it's actually a really cool song (and that's coming from me so take it seriously. I'm more into black veil brides, mcr and those kind of things) xD it's such a true song though, I mean come on, look around. What do you see? Homeless people, people who are hated for really stupid reasons, those pregnant teens who were kicked out and are living on the side of the road earning $8 an hour, children being abused (hell, not just children- everyone).
Now let's start with preggie teen girls shall we? You would say it was their fault. And maybe so, but still, everyone makes mistakes. But maybe they weren't in control of that. are you following what i'm saying? if not, then I'll spell it out for you. Maybe they were rapped, or had do that for their family's sake, or their own.
How bout the homeless people? Maybe they did make mistakes, maybe it was their fault cuz they got drunk one night too many or whatever, but again, everyone makes mistakes.
Now for the abuse victims, no one and I say no one deserves to have that happen to them!
Those who are hated for pathetic reasons like for say being gay or just even having a different appearance? Everyone is different. What is "normal" anyway? And everyone deserves to be respected. Look beyond their differnces and their flaws, look into them. Realize who they are, not what they are.

Did any of this make sense? It made sense in thought form, but I'm guessing it came out kinda crappy but whatever. Enjoy my piontless thoughts people. >.<

I'm bored, so here are some random pics.... :}

life...

When I was about 10, I asked my mom who her best friend at work was. She said she didn't have a best friend at wrok. At the time, I was surprised. I had thought everyone had a bestie everywhere. Now I get what she means. Now don't get me wrong. I have freinds and all, but I'm not clingy and all. I go to school to get an education, to learn, to graduate...

Hope: Chapter 2

Dawn

I shoved my bag in my locker and grabbed all the books I needed for my third class. "Hey Loser Girl, I like your hair cut," someone yelled at me. Ugh, it was Brooklyn Days- the world's biggest loser and oddly enough, the girl that every guy wants. well it's actually not that odd. She wears shorts shorter than her undies and flashy tops with her face caked with makeup. She's a slut and a fake- with her friends. Her boyfriend, Scott Johnson and his gang were glaring at me. "hey loser girl," sneered Brooklyn.
I didn't reply, I never do.
"what cat got your tongue?" Scott shoved me against a locker while Brooklyn continued, "answer me, you bitch!" He slapped me while brooklyn scratched me with her sharp, plastic nails. I just stared at them, pretending I didn't understand a thing they said.
They took that as an excuse to hurl more insults at me. "you poor, idiotic thing! I feel bad for your parents, I bet your mom wanted to push you back up when you came down. Oh right, you don't have any parents! I bet they committed suicide because of you. Such a shame it is to have a daughter as ugly and stupid as you. Go kill yourself!"
With that he flung the books I had held onto the floor, grabbed my glasses and stepped on them, and kicked me in the stomach for hopefully the last time this period- and shoved me down onto the floor.
Aww crap, why did this have to happen to me, oh yeah it's because of my ugliness, because of my stupidness.
I bent over to pick up my nerd glasses. They weren't broken up too bad, it was just the frame, I could easily fix them.
I groaned as I attempted to get up. I saw a hand reach out for me and I grabbed it and gasped. Before me was the most amazing boy ever. Tall, startling green eyes and shaggy black hair. He must be new because I know all of the kids in this tiny town. It was as if he wanted to say something, but he ran away.

Jordan
By the beginning of third period, I had earned the title "emo boy". Alright, I'll admit it, I do look slightly emo. I have black "emo" hair that hangs in my eyes and gauged ears, but thats it. I was making my way to my locker when I heard a nasally voice squawk, " hey loser girl". The voice belonged to a sluty looking blond who was hardly wearing anything. Before her stood the world's most beautiful girl. She had gorgeous, shoulder length brown hair and lovely green eyes. She was tall for a girl and wore a basic sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and converse. One look at her pretty, tear-stained face and I could see she was in pain.

"Cat got your tongue?" That came from the jock behind the slut. The beautiful girl just stared straight ahead. The jock shoved the girl against a locker. Dude, you don't shove girls! I raced down the hall and got closer to them.

Then it clicked. The girl was evidently bullied the idiots thought she had a disability. They thought she didn't understand. One look, it took me one look in her eyes to see that yes, indeed she did understand.

I realized she was the smart girl from my first class. She didn't talk and everyone including the teachers picked on her. From the students it was insults, from the teacher was snarky comments about how she didn't "sit up straight enough" or how other pathetic things. When the teacher asked her a question she would answer it correctly but the teacher - I learned her name was Ms. Clay- would give her a detention and accuse her of copying someone.

I saw the slut, jock and the rest of the bastards had left her sprawled out on the floor, clutching her stomach while her books lay scattered on the floor and her glasses broken. I raced over and held out my hand for her to grab. She took it and when our skin touched, I felt a tingling sensation go up my arm. I pulled her up and she looked up at me. I had thought her beautiful from a distance, but I was wrong. She was more than beautiful, more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen in my life. I wanted to stay make sure she was okay, but the current of oncoming students swept me away.

things i hate....

I know this is off topic, but watever

top 10 things I hate:

1. people who make me laugh when I'm mad
2. charlie brown
3. annoying people who like to gossip
4. people who ONLY care about their hair
5. Peps HoO TyP LyK DiS (isn't it annoying?)
6. country music
7. people who talk non stop and then randomaly ask your oppinion
8. wanna-bees
9. people who don't know the difference between "you're" and "your" or "their" and "there"
10. cats

News flash: The woman who buys a $3, 000, 000 house collects pennies

One of my mom's friend's has a friend. Let's call her Aunt Mary, shall we? So she recently bought a $3 000 000 house in one of the really posh parts of town. We all went over her new house to welcome her and then she starts bragging on how many pennies she has collected. See, she moved her 17 years ago and apperently she has been collecting pennies ever since then. So we spent the whole night listening to her story of how she found every one of her 8 600 pennies (yes, I remember very accurately). She's all like "The pennies 8 600 pennies were so heavy, that my husband had to haul it to the car. Then, when I went to the bank, the manager said 'Hello Mrs. ______, how are you today?' and I replies "I'm fine sir thank you. I have pennies for you. I counted them all and there were 3 600. so, you owe me $86.' 'Are you sure mrs ______?' He asked. why of course I'm sure, how dare he doubt me!"
So it goes on for a while and then apparently after a while of arguing (the guy didn't actually want to have to count every one of those pennies) the guy gives her the $86 and takes the 8 600 pennies. Poor guy!
So that was my account of the rich woman who still collects pennies and argues for them! Keep it up aunt Mary. ;D keep collecting those pennies guys!

word of the day

Saturday, April 7, 2012
"snissors" (from Rebekah)
Sunday, April 8, 2012
"bamm"
Monday, April 9, 2012
"boom"

Author's Note

Hia, just so you guys know, all posts and parts of posts  belong to me unless otherwise indicated. All qouted and jokes also belong to me, unless otherwise indicated. All new flashes are real and are first-hand and they also belong to me.
So ya, sorry i just needed to clarify that. :D

Hope: chapter 1

Dawn

"Get out of my house now!" That was my 48th foster mother. I'm officialy homeless again. Ya-hoo! I rolled my eyes and I grabbed my already packed bag and left. I'd lasted 1 month in this hell. That's a record, even for me.
Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Dawn Armstrong. 16 years old and mute. I've been tossed around in foster homes all my life. I won't depress you with my life story. Let's just say I'm hated and bullied, let's keep it as that shall we? No need to explain to you about my parents either.
Well, no one likes me. I'm useless. Ugly. I Everone hates me. I even hate me. I stopped walking around and found an empty park bench to sleep on. It better not rain, I thought.
I fell asleep thinking about food and dreading school tomorrow.

Jordan

Beep, beep, beep. That was my alarm clock. Time to get up. Well, I'm Jordan O'Conner and I'm 17. My parents were out again-They are never home. My step dad's probably at a bar right now, and my step-mom is probably getting her hair or nails done at some super expensive salon.Ugh-so there was no one to talk to. After i took a shower, I ran downstairs and grabbed a granola bar out of the fridge. I gulped down the granola bar and guzzled some milk striaght from the carton. I'm gonna be late, late, late on my first day to a new school! I jumped into my car and quickly drove myself to school. I shoved my books into my locker and made my way to homeroom. I walked in just as the late bell rang.  

quotes of the day

Quotes of the Day....
*all credited to me unless oterwise indicated*
"where is the undo botton in life?"
"Impossible? I'm sorry, I've never heard of that."
"Don't be afraid of dying, it's part of life."
"I. don't. Care."
"so what?"
"If it was ment to happen, it would."

ellooooooo

So uh hey. supo? well I'm new at this so give me some time :D I'll be updating a few times a week. That's all i know for now. ^o^ my main focus for now is the story but check out the rest. well happy reading........... :P