alabama arkansaaaaaas.

i love covers, and i love remixes. i think this could be a reflection of the way i think, and live; i don't like to leave beautiful things of the past behind, i like to revisit them. however, if it's in a new light, with new people, an "up-dated" version of my experience, if you will, it's even better!

i love ben lee's cover of modest mouse's float on.

i love jason mraz's cover of bob marley's one love.

i love the "across the universe" covers of the beatles' let it be, i've just seen a face, because, and all you need is love.

i love the kooks' cover of ace of base's all that she wants.

i love the thrice cover of the beatles' eleanor rigby.

i love vitamin string quartet's cover of my chemical romance's helena.

i love the shins' cover of the postal service's we will become silhouettes.

i love death cab's cover of this charming man.

and i love pretty much every cover and remix of kids by mgmt: the kooks, chiddy bang, ben lee...and mgmt's own remix. (which i may be listening to right now and trying SO hard to hold still, in the library...failing...dp toNIZZight...anyway.)

then all of daft punk's alive 2007, especially harderbetterfasterstrongeraroundtheworld.

then there's the freaking hood internet (mashup remixes): two weeks of hip hop, giving up the sunshowers, back that sleepyhead up, rude baptism, comfortable up here, can you hear my kids now...i think you get the point.

that's how i think of life too. i like re-visiting memories, people, and places, and mixing it with my new life. that is why, i am sincerely excitement to move home in less than a month. new and old and love and GREAT.

AND, spacker's back...there's that.

annnnnnd, the point of the title: my favorite remix right now, below.

(no, i do not prefer it. blasphemous. but. i loooooooove.)
also, you can download it from them, for free, here.

WHAT'S THE POINT OF ALL THIS.

i didn't think i was acting terribly stressed, but both of my professors i've talked to today gave me a looked that screamed sympathy and a desire to pat me on the head (and asked me if i'm alright/stated i seem tired). truthfully, i feel like a ball. a ball of ice, that is hollow, and the outside is so thin, i don't know how in the world it's staying together. rocks and flames are beating at it, trying to make it collapse. but the fragile contents inside cannot be compromised, so the ice must resist.

no matter how much i sleep, my comprehension level is almost non-existent, and my short term memory is SUFfering. every time i talk to my mom, i can't see, for the wall of tears. i'm not sure how i'll make it through this week, all i want to do is write letters to those doing what i'm not. yet.

then i opened an email from a most certainly inspired man.

one more month, then this part's over. i can dooo it!

i'm grateful for: email.


and this/them.

home is whenever i'm with you!

okay...dandelions are flowers too.

jdawgs.

provo library lawn.

alec's (pre) birthday.

(inside of) beautiful fort. totally fell asleep (to peter pan soundtrack) in this, me rub and ratch's last night.

goodbye kidz.

man-oh-man you're my best friend!

what defines a best friend?

a lot of things, i think, definitely, but i think a have reason to be grateful, because i think i have more than i deserve, and better than i deserve.

but probably when i, PERSONALLY, use the term, i think of someone that

i completely trust. with anything.
i feel i understand, and understands me.
has seen me cry, would let me see them cry.
has laughed/ does laugh with me. hard.
is a beautiful person.
lives their life passionately.
makes me better, and allows me to help them.
i've had at least ten BOMB experiences with.
will call me on the phone to vent. to tell a funny happening. to catch up. to spill. or...to just TALK.
i care SOOOO much about.
i love way more than my awkward vocabulary could ever ever ever express.

i think pictures explain things better sometimes.