prezzel of passion

I love 'old' music. Well not all of it but The Mamas And the Papas for example. There is something about those old songs that is rare in the new music. I can't get a grip on what it is but something is missing these days.... don't get me wrong I love the new music but I guess that is pretty obvious in this blog....

It's hard to explain what the old songs mean to me. It has probably something to do with how I grew up (my mum was/is a 'Mamas and Papas' fan). I've always listened to those songs like 'Monday,Monday' or 'Dream a little Dream'. I still love them. Oh well 'Monday Monday' can indeed be a little bit annoying on a horrible Monday.... But there the lyrics help you out
"Every other of the week is fine yeah"

And there are so many things I've learned from those songs...
Without 'Scott McKenzie' I would probably make a complete fool of myself in San Francisco
or 'Albert Hammond' who taught us to believe in those warnings or at least take an umbrella along
or 'James Taylor' when he put down the meaning of friendship in a wonderful song
or 'B.J: Thomas' to tell us that sometimes you may be down but that this sadness will leave soon enough
and then there's 'Don McLean' and I can't put into words what the song 'Crying' means to me.....
and I guess I could go on like this forever. Or at least for a long time.....

If life treats you bad, really bad but you still like it, love it, enjoy it, are you masochistic? And if so is that bad?

Then again is life ever easy? It surely has never been for me. And eventhough people say we learn from all the bad things in our life I guess there are some things I could have done without. I really didn't need all those lessons.... but I guess that's another story.

After all it's the good things we remember in the end, right? At least we tend to push the things we don't like aside. We bury it somewhere in our minds and hope they never come up again. So here's another question: Can we really forget those things forever? Do they never ever pop up again? I guess only time can tell....

I thoguht this entry would go perfect with the one before.
Just so you know I kind of brightend up. Although everyone (well almost everyone) helped me to brighten I guess it was my Prof who did most of the work. Had a talk with him yesterday and it was not as bad as I thought. And actually it kind of gave me a lift to hear that he had failed this horrible Grammar test two times as well....

But to stick with the song quote I must say I don't have to many things that I regret. Actually there are only a few. It's not that I am proud of everything I've done but I'm not sorry for them either.
Maybe it's because most of the things I do my way. I do them because I behave like myself and I believe that (at least for the particular moment) what I do is the right thing. It's kind of natural for me to behave like that and if you really follow those points than it's hard to regret the step you've chosen to make, right?
Even when they turn out to be completely pathetic/dumb/unnecessary/embarrassing/(put word here)