Lists

When I was in high school my friends and I used to make lists. Lists of anything: ice cream flavors, candy bars, colors, fruits, names, places, whatever. It was a very sad excuse for entertainment in a class we could not bare. Or thought we couldn't bare. Apathetic would be the word, I guess. I regret being such an apathetic student that I did such mindless things to keep myself occupied, when I could have been listening to the teacher. On the other hand, listening obediently for 13 years straight and in a place where you're hardly ever listened to is a superhuman accomplishment. At least for me.

Anyway, do you want to know the concerts I've attended in my lifetime? See below. I am beyond sure that I cannot remember them all and will slap my forehead next week and say, "YANNI!" or something. But these are the ones I can muster up from memory right now. Oh, and they do not include the orchestra, because I'd never be able to remember the names of all of them. That says a lot, I know. I remember The Hooters and not Brahm's Requiem. But then I also remember many many ice cream flavors and not so much of Mr. Swartwood's advanced chemistry class.