Ellie's Feelings Deli

"Because cold nostalgia chills me to the bone..." ~ "Vanilla Twilight" by Owl City, AKA the greatest love song ever written. Or maybe that's just me. This post is super confusing for me because I'm not talking about a specific event or specific time period. I'm basically dedicating one post to everything that happened between August 21st and now. We'll see in the end if this is a mild fender bender or a literary wreck. So! Let's start with the rest of August. It was basically legit. The Sunday after Ed Week, Wendy (mentioned in the first Ed Week post) used me as her object lesson in Mia Maids. HAHAHA... No, seriously. She did. It was awesome and I cried about it because it was so nice. Also on that Sunday we had Stake Standards Night! Let me just warn you, if we ever get into a conversation about the Law of Chastity-slash-dating-slash- men-slash-women, I will get crazy. I am very passionate when it comes to these topics becaus

Brigham Young University is seriously a place of magic and wonder. Can you tell that I love BYU? Because I do. Hot Mormon men + freedom + The College Experience = Ellie's Dream Life. $20 says I won't live my dream life... People rarely do. And on that heart-crushing note... Imagine yourself in Heritage Halls at BYU on August 17th, 2011. It was a nice day with the sun creeping through the spaces in the blinds. I finally woke up and did my hair all pretty and straight, then my brother and I ventured over to Brother Adam McBride's class in the Spencer W. Kimball Tower. I remember thinking, "I don't want to go to this class, it doesn't apply to my life at all." I was very resentful of the teen dating classes and the basic doctrine classes, because I wanted the hard stuff. (Haha.) I wanted to go deep with Gospel teachings, not just Primary stuff. But, since Brother McBride is an old friend of my dad's, Seth and I agreed to go. And let me s

Waking up after a bad night's sleep is never fun. Especially when your best friend died the day before. And on that depressing note... There I was, bright and early on a Monday morning. 5:30, to be exact. Lexi had woken and was getting ready for her first day back at school, and so I sat on her floor in our makeshift bed of sheets and pillows and cried a little bit. Her mom came in and said, "Hang in there." All I can think of when I hear those words is that little poster of a kitten holding on to a tree branch looking depressed and adorable at the same time. Lexi's wonderful cousin, Vanessa, came in and we talked for a long time about BYU-I, then I got to talk to Bree (Lexi's other cousin, Vanessa's little sister, mentioned in a previous post). Quote from my journal that morning: "It's just incomprehensible to think that I won't see him or talk to him or hold him for a long time." I then went home, packed for our Utah t

Babies are adorable, and that's a fact. That was the dumbest blog opener I've ever written... I need to work on that. So guess what today is!? TODAY is December 1st. It is snowing. It is cold. And it is MacLean Whittle's birthday! He would've been 17 today. I'm sure he is partying HARD on the other side! So let me just tell you about this experience I had last night. I have been dreading today for a long time, because I thought I would be a wreck, crying in a corner with mascara and snot all over my face and using boxes of tissues and watching chick flicks while eating See's Candy. But last night, I stayed up til 11 writing a hymn arrangement furiously. That hymn arrangement is now 5 pages long, oh yes. Officially it's my first song ever written for piano! Yay! Anyways, I was preparing it to play in seminary today, which was canceled due to snow. (Whatever.) So last night I finished it, and I felt so accomplished that I wanted to sing really loud a

"I'm gonna sing a few words of this song and you have to guess what it is, okay? 'Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder-- Can you guess what it is? It's not the Happy Birthday song. Guess. I'll give you a hint: it starts with the letter 'P'. Guess! Guuuueeeeesssss! I only have one minute left in my brain. YES!! It's Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!" ~ John in Episode 6 of Kid History There's some happiness to make you happy and joyful and stuff. Trust me, you're gonna need all the joy you can get. So I'll be throwing in some funnies throughout this post to make you smile or at least not feel one hundred percent depressed. I love Sundays! They are like magic. I also like random acts of secret service, they make me smile and giggle and cry and stuff. "Faaaaaaaaaaact!" ~ Brett in Episode 4 of Kid History Mmm. Okay. Here we come to climax of our story. Imagine a perfectly lovely Saturday with nice weather, whic

Dun dun duuuuuun!   That's not the other man. That's Christian and Mackie Poo on our first date at the mall. :) Mac looks like Bono. (You know, the lead singer in U2? You people need help.) So, happy Black Friday! I didn't go shopping. I slept in and then ate a toaster strudel whilst watching Wizards of Waverly Place. Speaking of Wizards of Waverly Place, I made a decision. If (WHEN) I become famous one day for bringing world peace and piercing people's souls with my vivacious words, my best friends will be Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, and Rebecca Black. Why Rebecca Black, you ask? Because despite how AWFUL her songs are, she is still famous, no matter how many people hate her. And because so many people hate her, I like her because I'm all hipster and go against the flow. Which means I probably shouldn't be blogging... Yeah, okay. I'm a New Age hipster. Anyways, YESTERDAY = HAPPY TOMMY TURKEY DAY! (Or so says my great-aunt, whose name is Lynn, whic

So I’m rereading my journal that account for almost every single day from March 24th, 2011, to October 4th, 2011. (I recently started a new journal that says “Trust in the Lord with all your heart” on the front in SUPER ADORABLE font! Woo!) Anyways… My absolute favorite thing about rereading my journal entries from EFY is that I don’t go into too much detail about each day (even though I still remember crystal clear what went down when) and I write in Crayola markers!! So on the day of love and magic and magic love I wrote in orange marker. Heehee. My favorite. :) My other favorite part about rereading my journals is that bittersweet feeling that everything in my life used to be perfect? And it was fantastic and everything was going the way I wanted it to go. Good times, right? VERY right!! Okay, since this post is about my second date with Mac, I should probably start actually talking about it. Zoom on over to my grandparents’ cute little blue house in California at 5:30 AM on

That sad moment when all you've eaten all day is a bowl of Life cereal and an entire tube of Pringles because Pringles are addicting. Btdubbs, I'm eating sour cream $ onion Pringles, aka THE BEST KIND! *Quick side note: “Btdubbs” is slang for “btw” which is text for “by the way”. Fact: I call John Bytheway “Bro. Btdubbs”. Because I’m freakin’ cool. Oh gosh, I sound like a middle schooler. Okay! So before I get to this whole first date story, I thought I should just say a massive huge THANK YOU to everyone who is currently blog stalking me! I appreciate it mucho (pronounced Moo-Cho for all you white people out there)! Also, mental gold stars to Keisha, Kayla, Elysse… They’re the only people who told me they deserve a mental gold star. So… If you want a mental gold star, you’re gonna have to earn it. The best thing would be for you to write me a sonnet. JK, that’s lame. Write me a symphony with the main instrument being those slide whistles? Yeah, then we’ll talk. Sonnets

HEEHEE I AM SO EXCITED TO TELL YOU ABOUT MAC!! This is a recap for all you squares who were too lazy to actually read through my last post and instead just skimmed it. Which is hurtful, btdubbs. XP <-- That's me, giving you a raspberry full of hurt and sad feelings, kind of like holding a cold, empty mug of hot cocoa, consumed long ago... Anyways... I figured I should give y'all a visual of my star-crossed devotee. (Remember, because "lover" is weird for everyone.) Add charm, talent, wit, and chocolate brown eyes, and what do you get? Hot. Dang. You get a worthy, virtuous and kind young man who can play the piano and guitar like a boss, who loves and respects his family and all those he comes into contact with, and who just oozes with the glow of the Gospel, along with dashing good looks. Also, his smile can literally knock an entire crowd of people right off their feet. Oh yeah. That weird chick in the picture is me. (Hahaha... I typoed it and it

Maybe not. But I think that it’s pretty dang fantastic. I am apologizing now for my last two posts, you’re probably thinking, “What’s this chick’s deal? Thinks she can just come in and BLOG AND BE ALL LAME ABOUT IT, HUH!?” Again, I apologize. I am a) SUPER mega lazy, and b) writing a speech about the conspiracies behind Abraham Lincoln’s death. Ooh! Conspiracies! Anyways… I promise that this post, at least, will be supermegafoxyawesome(hot). In fact, one day if you run into me on the street or in Heaven or something, please do stop me and say, “Ellie, dearest. Would you please recur to me your wonderful love story? I find it oh so fascinating.” And to that I will reply, “Oh, darling, of course I can repeat my wonderful love story to you!” All in British accents, of course. Truth be told, I love telling this story. It brings back now bittersweet memories of a time when my life was charmed and extremely simple. Now… Not so much. But! I know that at one point in my existence, life was

Here we go. I'm officially actually starting this thing. I'm gonna answer questions and explain myself in more detail by diving into my recent past. So, we're gonna start with the Best Summer EVER (2011). In May of 2011, I knew the summer was gonna be the best of the best. School ended with a bang, and my life was charmed! There was, of course, friend drama, but I distanced myself from it enough that it hardly affected me. There was drama in my personal life, however. I was having trouble with my feelings for my good friend from EFY (or Especially For Youth: Magical Mormon Meeting for Minors) because of the distant and lack of communication. However, I put that aside and focused my energy on GIRL'S CAMP! Girl's Camp: A stew of drama, lies, drama, gossip, drama, pranks, drama, and love. And some more drama. Luckily for my ward, our old Bishop, who we'll call Bishop Kenny for screening and anti-stalking purposes. So Bishop Kenny gave his beautiful Young Wome

You probably have so many questions, like, "Who is Ellie? Who is Mac? Why did she pull the marriage word?" Well, I have questions, too. Where does dark matter come from? How can I instantly become a YouTube star? And why is online banking so difficult? Fortunately for you, your questions are answerable. So let's start with question number one. 1. Who is Ellie? Well, that would be me. Hello! I have a wonderful life with a wonderful family of seven (and counting!) in the Rocky Mountains. You'll find out more about me as we continue on this journey together through blogging and other technological things of... THE FUTURE. 2.  Who is Mac? I will be getting more into that within the next few weeks, I promise. But I like suspense, so you have to wait. Mwahahaha. 3. Why did you say... The "M" word!? Because I like to freak men out. Haha. I am not married, I'm a little young to be married, but I'm hoping one day my prince will come and I will be a