Twitter insists on spelling my name lizr. No big.
EXCEPT MY NAME WILL SOON BE LIZF
If he doesn’t marry me I’m going to shoot him in the kneecaps.
Its hilarious how something as small as an album (or a ten song ep) can make me so excited about music I literally bounce up and down (my whole body…not just the newly accumulated rolls on my midsection). Prospekts March is worth it. Even if you’re a lukewarm Colplay fan (my age makes me one…I am not seventeen) its worth checking out.
But this is not a music blog. I am far too mainstream for such things.
One more week of winter break before school starts again.
Let’s get this over with shall we. One last semester.