1001 Lists To Make Before You Die

When I spent the summer of 2007 in Portland, Oregon with my cousins, I came to the conclusion that I HATED lists. They had them plastered all over the house and in notebooks scattered about, and I could not deal. At the end of their lists, I would add my own personal addition: STOP MAKING LISTS. Needless to say, they never stopped. Their birthday and holiday cards to me in the future were in the form of lists, just to piss me off. It annoyed me for awhile, until I realized that I actually loved lists.

I now have post-its all over my dorm room.

I take full advantage of the Stickies application on my Macbook.

I make lists of all of the bands and movies I have seen, and I write down all of the books I have read.

I make lists for EVERYTHING now.

Which is why, I am obsessed with these books filled with lists.

1001 places, books, albums, songs, movies, etc. Books filled with things that I should waste my time experiencing, just so I can die knowing that I accomplished something. This will either drive a person crazy, or it will drive them to do things they never thought they would do before.

I love these lists. I want these books. And I want to get out and do all of this.

I'm going to go crazy.