@Court

Um okay the funniest/scariest thing happened. I usually would journal about this but it's like 1 am and I type faster then (than?) I write. SOOO listen up peeps. I was with Court Nix (@Courtapotty) tonight just driving around. Well we drive through alpine and get to the point of the mountain like where all the rich people live. The view is UHH-MAZING. Anyway. We pull off to see the killer view and sit on the hood of her car. We take a million selfies because #basic but it was windy so we go and sit in her car. We continue to take selfies and suddenly we hear a thump on the window and there's a face staring down at me. I don't really remember what happened next because I had a stroke and blacked out. I look up and there's a crazy hudlum boy who looks alike a wanna-be Justin Bieber. I tell Court to lock the doors and start driving. She didn't and i'm like "okay if this is where I die then so be it." SHE STARTS ROLLING DOWN THE WINDOW. Um ya what if he had a gun or a shank or something like you are insane!!!!!!! He said "Girls don't lock the doors, I just wanna meet new people." OKAY BYE YOU PSYCHO. He asked us what our names were and i'm not sure why I told him the truth because STRANGER DANGER. Anyway long story short we speed away, hearts pounding. I'm still trying to recover because that was the most terrifying moment of my life but hey we're alive and making memories along the way. Lol.

Note to Self

I think human beings are forgetful. Actually I KNOW human beings are forgetful. I forget to exercise  most days or unplug the curling iron. I forget to study for my test or to brush my hair (lol). I forget (on purpose) to let my mom know i'm home when i'm pass curfew. And sometimes I forget to forget. I forget to forget the hard things and the future because what am I even doing with my life?? <---I literally have no idea. This life breaks and bends and tears until there's nothing left. But don't let those things you want to forget rip you apart, just forget them.

My Non-Poetic Life

This blog was not meant to be super poetic even though I do like poetry. But it was suppose to be me blogging about life and the crazy weird things that happen to me in my crazy weird life. SO TO ALL 2 FOLLOWERS OF THIS BLOG......IT'S NOW GETTING REAL. Also Hayley told me that she would read my blog if it was a list of things I needed to get at Walmart (I think??) so here's the list I have of "Things to get from Walmart"

#1 Listerine-----> I'm pretty sure that's how you spell it. But while watching the Bachelor a commercial came on that said if you brush/floss and your teeth start bleeding that means your gums are getting a disease. The past few days my teeth have been bleeding so i'm like "Shoot. Gotta get me some a dat." Anyway.

#2. Thumb drive-----> Yeah I need to get one of those.

#3. Pringles----> I've been craving Pringles for um probably 8 months now so it's about time I buy 2720 cans amiright?


Okay that's all.

Popsicles & Shooting Stars

I'm sitting here, waiting to take my last final for my first semester here at USU. I'm pounding the definition of sarcopenia, Episodic and Sematic memory into my brain while it's churning with thoughts of summer time.

 Remember????


 Do you remember how hot the sun felt on your face while you
 stayed cool eating your 14th popsicle for that day?
Was that just me? Eating 14 popsicles???

 Do you remember the night that was filled with
 cliche boy talk while patiently wishing for a
 shooting star just so you could wish for him?

 Do you remember the days you didn't have
 ONE CARE IN THE WORLD CUZ
YOU DIDN'T HAVE FINALS?????

 Do you remember the smiles that never left until he did?


 Do you remember??


 Please say you remember.


 Popsicles and shootings stars.

Here, There.

I know this boy whose heart is bigger then my whole world. It never stops beating. And yet that same boy ripped my heart out of my chest just to see how long I could live without it. I'm here, living, heartless. He's there, with my heart in his hand and a smile on his face, doing what he does best. While i'm here living but not really living just doing.

Bruised Elbows & Broken Hearts

When you fall, maybe you scratch your knee, or bruise an elbow. Maybe you crack your skull, or twist your ankle. But Mom & Dad always come rushing with a bandaid and car keys ready to head to the ER. And eventually everything heals.


Ha, when I fall my heart shatters. In one million and TWO pieces.


My chest is empty, longing for someone to patch the broken pieces with a bandaid. But when the sun goes down, I have no other choice than to pick them up and aid myself. Because it's dark, and nobody owns a flashlight.

YO

I don't even know how to do this whole blog thing. But yo if you're reading this (aka Hayles) come and enjoy the ride because I have no idea what i'm doing..

But i'm BrePack if you didn't know and I like it when people call me that. I'll answer to anything like BREANNE NICOLE PACKER (my mom likes to use my full name when I crash her car.) Bre works.

I eat a lot of Chick-fil-BAE. My dad doesn't know how i'm going to make it through college because my bank account is getting low and I don't exercise. I tell him it makes me happy and that's all that matters.

Harry Styles is my spirit animal and I have a whole secret Pinterest board of cute babies. It's really not that weird if I point and stare when a baby is in sight because they are literally the best things God has given us.

I don't really know what i'm doing with this or my life actually…. SO HOLD ON TIGHT AND LETS DO THIS THING!!