My name is Shaina.
I was born and raised in Panem, study at Hogwarts, and train at Camp Half-blood.
If you don't know what those ^^ places are, we probably shouldn't talk.
My birthday is: June 27 (any twins??)
(+) God, family, my dog, love, music, summer, food, my 50+ followers, my friends, Forever 21, boys, tumblr, volleyball, basketball, running, friends, The XFactor, Glee, sweet tea, Justin Bieber, Florence and the Machine, Paramore, Pierce the Veil, Of Mice and Men, Sleeping With Sirens
(-)a lot of stuff
Hmmmmm first things first.
I'm a Christian and love Jesus Christ and what he did for me
That ^ is very important to me
I love sports, A lot. I play on my school's volleyball, basketball, soccer, and track and field teams. Its so much fun and I can't imagine life without it.
I'm not the happiest person ever, or the most interesting. Im not that fun to hang around. I guess that's me.
Need to vent? Get something off your chest? I'm always here for anyone and'll be bore than happy to give some advice.
My tumblr is: http://i-should-have-said-it.tumblr.com/
It's a 100% follow back, active blog! Comment your tumblr below and I'll check it out.
Kay..... that's it I guess. Leave me a comment if you want so I can get to know you. I respond a lot quicker on my tumblr tho.
imagine this:one
day, you walk into school to find your crush leaning against your
locker, staring at you. you think there's a mistake and just
stand there, waiting for him to leave. he doesnt leave. you feel
bold and ask him what's up. he smiles super big, takes your
hand, and kisses it. you guys are already late to class, so you
decide to just cut. he drives you to your favorite ice cream
place, on the way describing his feelings for you. you guys get
ice cream, he puts a bit on your nose. before wiping it off, he
grabs a napkin and tells you to close your eyes. then he tells
you to open your mouth, too. you do so. before you know
what's going on, he shoves the napkin in your mouth, pulls
out a random knife, and stabs you.
Start
off 2013 with an empty jar and fill it with notes of good things
that happen. On New Years Eve, empty it and see what awesome
stuff happened that year.
“You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your
waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not
your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of
lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not
defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females,
or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you
can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not
your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a
little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the
content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you.
You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh
at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and
the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for
the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that
compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are
beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of
the soul it carries.”