Ellie's Feelings Deli

DAAANG SON it's been a really long time, WOW I am bad at this whole blog thing. I have prayed more in the last three months than I have in a really long time. Like furreals, the Spirit is working on me nonstop and it's just crazy. I can feel Heavenly Father's love all around me, in the people I associate with, in the sunshine, in the wind, in my classes... Everywhere, God's love is there. You don't even have to look hard, you just have to feel it and it's there. He loves you and He knows you and He wants you to feel His love. Something really cool that I've learned in college is that no matter what you're doing, no matter what your goals are or what your desires are, if you are centered on Christ and his Gospel, you will be okay. If you never lose sight of that center, if you keep your eye single to the glory of God, and if you allow God to be a part of your life and guide you, you will accomplish everything you want and MORE! And on the other side a...

Ah yes, I'm back. Look at me posting a week in a row. THE GIFS ARE HERE TO STAY, GUYS. IF YOU HATE ME AFTER THIS POST DEAL WITH IT BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST I'VE FELT SINCE PROBABLY MY 13TH BIRTHDAY. So, do I qualify as a professional blogger now? . . . Well, today I am going to tell you about the deepest and most intense struggles that people will suffer through in their lifetime: The struggle for identity. It can happen any time, sometimes multiple times. If you haven't experienced this already, you've come to the right place. Some day (sooner than later, I hope for your sake) an event will occur in your life and you will start to question the motives for why you do what you do. This event may not be significant to the rest of the world, but it will cause you to look outside yourself and wonder if maybe there is more to life than whatever it is you're doing. Some fellow spiritualists might think of this as an "awakening" or maybe a "rebi...

Wow, I'm the crappiest blogger ever. Because if you haven't noticed, my last post was almost 5 months ago. #winning Well, I'm back. And hopefully here to stay. Hold in your wailing and gnashing of teeth, you thought you were rid of me but I'm not going anywhere. So suck it. Ughjshgt;kahtjksgh this is how professional I am at writing, guys. I just hit the keyboard a few times while I cry and I just ugh. There are going to be a lot of "ugh"s in this post. Brace yourselves. UGH. Okay. Wow. Hello, angsty gross me. It's been a while. Alright, now that all that's out and I'm mostly done crying we're gonna actually talk about some stuff. Well, actually, I'm gonna talk about some stuff and you're gonna read about it and gossip to your friends about me and my fabulous sweaters and how I get all fangirly because Doctor Who and Avengers and Loki and I don't remember where I was going with that so I just stopped. A huge apology to...

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...

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...