they come a'courtin'.
Johnson boys they didn't stay. . .
(a song we sang in junior high)
I feel courted lately, at least that attempts were made to that effect. You can say it's because I live and go to school in battleground states. I'd agree with you. I went home to Wisconsin a couple weekends ago, and those are the days both Bush and Kerry visited the state, wooing voters into choosing them. There had been times before that they were close by, but I didn't notice them as much. Yesterday, I don't know where Bush was, but Kerry was supposedly on the same highway near Minneapolis at the same time as my friends and I. NOw ask me about full escorts and timing (rush hour) and I may not speak sweetly of my suitor, but then again, how much control does a candidate have of such matters? I'm beginning to get resigned to the fact that Kerry will win many a heart in the following days. I hope mine will soften.
Speaking of courting, I was on the way to getting married IN MY DREAM (I almost forgot to put that phrase in -hehe) last night. Actually, I was ready to oressent something in an informal, outdoor class. A bunch of us were, and we had to wear a graduation gown while doing so, but there was only one, so we had to run and change in back fast. I was the second person up, and wondering how fast we could, in order not to totally bore everyone else, but when I went in back to look for the girl, I couldn't find her. In my search, I went through the back door of a restaurant with a friend of mine and I sensed danger, like a look someone gave, so we bolted out of their, me first, and made my way to the church. I didn't think that would be the best place to go, so I went to the pastor's house next door. I remember thinking or saying that they'd find me soon, because they know that's where I like to go, all teh while, I was watching a spider weave it's web. Anyways, the head guy found me, and I was really scared, and he had a knife, holding it to different parts of me while he talked. I talked, too and persuaded him not to kill me. So there we are talking, (he still has a knife to me, still plans on hurting me) when my dad comes in. Since the guy and I are sitting close to each other my dad assumes there's something between us. He is obviously disconcerted, and yells out, "Hey, Honey!? Erin's getting married!!"
That was sure news to me. My friends were getting up right then, so my dream ended abruptly.
So who would you rather have as your 'suitor'?
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