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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Dec 16, 2008 19:55:22 GMT -5
 
'hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me. i'm not sleepy and there is no place i'm going to. hey! mr. tambourine man, play a song for me. in the jingle jangle morning i'll come followin' you.'
the lyrics of bob dylan's classic song flowed through dorm 106 as one of it's occupants, chelsi leland, walked around, trying to entertain herself. she half-danced, half-walked around the small dorm, looking for something to do. she wasn't the world's biggest bob dylan fan, and she didn't exactly listen to his music on a regular basis. however, her current dance was to this song, and while she wasn't doing anything of importance, why not practice it?
eventually, though, she stopped her dancing and glanced at her clock. it was just past four o'clock on a saturday, and she was standing in the middle of her dorm with nothing to do. her other two roommates were rarely home on weekends, not that she didn't mind having the dorm to herself. still, she needed to get a life: hang out friends, eat at a restaurant, go to malls, do something other than dance all the time. in a spur of the moment decision, she grabbed her coat and decided to head out to the mall.
stupid idea. with no one else with her, she had no idea just where to go. she wandered aimlessly around the mall for about ten minutes, window shopping, trying to find something that caught her eye in a store's window. no such luck. she thought about doing a bit of christmas shopping, for some friends and family members. she quickly decided against that, though: she had most of the shopping done already, and the other things she could order online. she let out a frustrated sigh, and sat on a vacant bench for a few moments.
people watching was always fun, even if it did make you look a bit creepy. so many different types of people gathered together in one place; it was almost fascinating to see. there were the mothers, of course, running around with millions of bags in one hand and a phone in the other, trying to assure their children that she'd be home soon and no, she definitely was not christmas shopping. there were security guards, walking around with a false sense of authority from the plastic badges pinned to their breast pocket. there was the cute older couple, walking slowly and holding hands, trying to enjoy each other's company.
finally, she managed to see a store that caught her eye. it was tucked away in the corner of the mall, in between some ghetto clothing store and a bath and body works. she couldn't quite make out the name of it from the half-broken sign, but she knew from the inside that it was a music store. she loved music; a good song could make her day so much better. a day with an hour or so spent listening to her ipod was always a good one.
chelsi headed into the store and immediately headed over to the classic rock section. she liked listening to all kinds of music, but classic rock was her favorite. her father had always played it around the house when she was young; she grew up on songs like 'livin' on a prayer', 'pandora's box' and 'don't stop believing'. she scanned over the store's selection of classic rock with her eyes, looking for an album she didn't already own. she picked up a van halen cd from the 70's and inspected it throughly, trying to remember if she'd seen that in her father's collection of cds. she tilted her head to the side, thinking hard. she finally decided to get it anyway: if he already had it, she'd take it. waste not, want not.
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tag! :: joey :: rini!
word count! :: 639!
music! :: 'three cheers for five years(acoustic)' by mayday parade
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Post by * joey craemer , on Dec 17, 2008 21:33:49 GMT -5
there were those times that joey just didn't have anything to do and no one to get into contact with. with stefani busy, and anyone else he knew had a life, so he couldn't get a hold of anyone to hang out with. after he'd woken up, he had gotten breakfast, wandering aimlessly around the campus for a good hour before he decided, what the hell? he'd go to the mall; maybe catch up on some reading or check out some CDs. so, throwing on a pair of jeans and a black Boys Like Girls shirt, he grabbed a hoodie before grabbing other essentials and walking out the door.
he really should have grabbed a jacket. it was fucking cold! but he'd deal. getting into his car, he started the engine before backing out of the parking lot. it honestly didn't take that long to just walk down to the mall, but he didn't feel like suffering in the cold. so the car was the only option. so, only five minutes later, he found himself in the mall parking lot, trying to find a spot to park. choosing a spot not too far from the entrance, he turned off the car and got out.
as he entered the mall he was so glad it was warn; he was freezing. glancing around, he decided maybe getting a drink would be worthwhile. so he went to starbucks; heaven on earth, in a way. going in, he was glad to see that not many people were there so he wouldn't have to suffer in line. going behind the old woman, he waited as patiently as he could, though it agitated him that the old woman didn't know what she wanted. when the counter next to hers opened up, he quickly jumped lines, ordering just hot chocolate; his favorite.
minutes later he found himself wandering around aimlessly. again. damn, what was this? he couldn't find a single place to go...until one place struck his interest. seeing the CD shopt hat was pretty much hidden out of view, he thought it looked pretty wicked cool. so, taking his hot chocolate and taking a sip, he wandered towards the store. it seemed like a pretty secluded, yet nice store. he decided to check out what they had; hey, no one could have enough CDs. not really looking for a particular CD, he decided to just wander around, seeing if there was anything he could find.
gong into the oldies; he was a lover of the oldies, though lately he hadn't listened to anything old in a long time. stupid radio stations. he looked down as one of AC/DC's CDs caught his attention, but sadly his attention was easy to steal. soon he found himself running into someone, a girl, his hot chocolate spilling over the front of his shirt. "shit." he murmured, trying to wipe it off with the sleeve of his hoodie. he knew he probably couldn't get that off, but as he tried to zip his jacket up, he soon ended up spilling what remained of the wam drink onto the floor. "great." he looked up at the girl that stood in front of him. "i'm so sorry about that." he felt bad; did he spill any on her?
word count! :: 545
tag! :: chelsi !
music! :: secret valentine by we the kings !
misc! :: <3 kind of suckish, sorry!
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Dec 18, 2008 22:40:51 GMT -5
chelsi flipped the cd over, scanning the cd case and the songs that it held. a good few of them she knew by heart, and a few she wasn't sure that she'd heard at all. it was the band's first album, self-titled. the cover was epic, of course; seperated into four sections with a different band member rocking out in each section. she'd heard bits and pieces of the album before, probably blasting from her father's stereo in the living room or when they'd been on long car rides. still, she was surprised that some of the names didn't ring a bell; she decided then and there that she was going to get the cd for herself.
she drifted over towards the 'l' section of the oldies, only to find it more than halfway filled with led zeppelin albums. perfect, just what she was looking for. now that the van halen cd was for her stereo use only, she had to find something else to give to her father. led zeppelin was the epitome of classic rock, and she was almost positive her father only owned one of their albums. she grabbed the first one she saw, an 80's album entilted 'coda', and turned around quickly to head towards the register.
she stopped herself quickly, before she managed to walk directly into a boy she hadn't noticed until she turned. apparently, though, it was too late for him; they ended up bumping into each other anyway, and the drink he was holding in his hand spilled all over the front of his shirt. even when he tried to clean his jacket, the rest of the drink, which she assumed as hot chocolate, spilled on the floor. her hand flew to her mouth in shock; she felt so bad for him. a tiny bit of the warm drink splashed onto her shoe, but she didn't care. he must have been scorched by that hot drink.
"oh no!" she said quickly, waving her hands frantically to get her point across. "i'm sorry. i should have been paying more attention." she placed her cd on the rack for a second so she could try to clean what she could off the floor. "are you okay?" she asked, looking up from the floor at the boy's drenched shirt. "that must be hot; are you sure you didn't burn yourself?"
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word count! :: 405!
music! :: 'winter passing' by the academy is...
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Post by * joey craemer , on Dec 20, 2008 22:46:15 GMT -5
he looked up at the girl as she spoke. hearing her apologize, he shook his head. "no! no, it's my fault. i wasn't watching." he looked down at her as she asked if he was okay. hearing her, he looked down at his shirt, chuckling slightly and pulling his shirt away from his body. "actually, i didn't notice pain until now." he tried to laugh it off, even though it did burn quite a bit. looking down at his shirt, he frowned. "ugh. i'm going to have to find a way to clean this off." he couldn't help but be embarressed; he was an idiot.
he looked at her, giving her a smile. "uhm, i'm joey." hey, it'd be easier to introduce himself than worry about his shirt. it was easier to introduce himself. but he glanced up as one of the employees came by, glancing at the mess he his drink made. he looked up at the person before saying, "uhm....it's not what you think..." he tried not to smile, but he couldn't help but chuckling. he could imagine himself and what he must look like to the worker. the guy just stared before walking off, obviously to get something to clean the mess up.
looking down at the girl ( damn, was she a small thing ), he grinned. "again, i'm sorry about all this." he motioned to the beautiful mess that was in front of them. "do you want to get out of here? i think i'll probably be kicked out anyways, and i don't really feel like being alone." he grinned down at her, hoping she accepted. and hopefully she was near his age. if not, that'd be weird...he didn't want to be considered a pedophile.
word count! :: 290
tag! :: chelsi !
music! :: circles by all time low !
misc! :: ooh my gosh, this really sucks. >.< i'm sorry!!!
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Dec 20, 2008 23:37:23 GMT -5
she shook her head when he said it was his fault, but she didn't bother arguing with him more. it could be both their faults; him for not watching and her for not looking where she was going before she turned. she made a worried face when he said something about pain; spilling so much hot liquid on oneself at once had to be pretty painful. "you're probably going to need to get a new shirt" she said, seeing the deep brown stain already set into the shirt. "i'm thinking that one's history. either that, or it needs a good washing."
she heard his awkward introduction, and she couldn't help but let out the slightest giggle. this whole situation was just so awkward; it wasn't just how uncomfortable he sounded. she opened her mouth to introduce herself, but a store employee heading over made her close it as quickly as she'd opened it. there were little words exchanged, none on the part of the employee, before he turned around, looking annoyed, and headed towards the back. she couldn't help herself; she giggled again. "i'm chelsi" she said, once she'd stopped her laughing.
realizing she was still on the floor by the hot chocolate mess, she stood up. the boy joey had to be over six feet; he towered over her completely and made her feel like a midget. that was the thing about being under the five foot line: everyone made you feel tiny. she rolled her eyes when he apologized to her again. "please, it's not your fault. it could happen to anyone. and i still think it's my fault, at least partially."
she nodded when he asked if she wanted to go somewhere else with him. "sure!" she said, smiling at him. "I just have to pay for these first." she said, gesturing to the led zeppelin and van halen cds in her hands. there was no line at the register, to her advantage, so she went to paid for the cd's. once they were both paid for and in a bag, she turned back to where joey was standing. "okay!" she said cheerfully. "where are we off to?"
word count! :: 378!
music! :: 'mercy' by duffy!
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Post by * joey craemer , on Dec 20, 2008 23:56:16 GMT -5
hearing her, he nodded. "probably history....my laundry skills are lacking..." he said with a mock serious tone, but a grin was on his face. he looked down at her as she introduced herself as the employee wandered away. he thought it was funny she was laughing; he couldn't blame her though, it was funny. he frowned at his shirt before looking up at her again. hearing her say she had to pay for her CDs, he glanced ta the ones in her hands. "nice choices." he smiled at her. girl who was adorable and knew good music; that was quite a rare combination indeed. he felt compelled to follow her as she went to pay, but he stopped once he saw some CDs that looked interesting, but he couldn't keep looking as chelsi came back to him.
hearing her ask where they were going, he grinned at how cheerful she sounded. he probably saved her from boredom just as much as she saved him. he tried to think of someplace they could go. "well, i don't know about you, but i'm starving. not as much thirsty anymore..." he said with a glance down at his shirt. "or i could try and find a better shirt somewhere..." that would be fun; going shopping for a shirt. woohoo. "how about food?" food sounded good, even though he was having quite a hatred towards warm drinks at that moment in time.
he started walking out of the CD shop. now he just had to find his way up to the food court from here...he honestly didn't have an idea. he'd never been to this store; he didn't even know which level of the mall he was on. he glanced at chelsi, a sheepish grin on his face. "you know how to get to the food court from here?" yes, he was a hopeless case. but he'd been told that's what made him lovable and adorable, and he was just going to keep being adorably clueless.
word count! :: 333 !
tag! :: chelsi !
music! :: six feet under the stars by all time low !
misc! :: getting better. =3
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Dec 21, 2008 12:13:01 GMT -5
she heard him say something about his shirt, and she nodded. “it must be pretty hard to learn to do laundry when mother’s not around to do it anymore” she said jokingly. she hoped he wouldn’t be offended; after all, she just met this guy. she wasn’t sure whether he would understand her jokes or not. she heard him compliment her choice of music, and she beamed at him. not many people appreciated the awesomeness of classic rock; she liked this guy already.
chelsi was extremely optimistic at the fact that she now had something to do. there wasn’t much one could find to do in a cd store, even someone as music obsessed as she. even if the situation was a little unfortunate, but it still gave her something else to do and someone new to talk to. she heard him say something about food, and her stomach growled at the mere mention. she’d skipped breakfast in the morning, and it had to be nearing lunch time now. “food is good.” she said. “are you sure you don’t want to get a new shirt first?”
she followed him as he walked out of the small cd shop that she didn’t know existed. she looked over at him, only to find this weird, confused look on his face. when he asked her if she knew how to get to the food court, she couldn’t help but let out a laugh. ”i think i could figure it out.” she said. she started walking in the direction she thought the food court was in. ”besides” she said, looking back at him. ”if we get lost, we could always look like stupid tourists and ask for directions.”
word count! :: 284!
music! :: ‘christmas(baby please come home)’ by death cab for cutie!
misc! :: eh. sorry this is so sucky.
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Post by * joey craemer , on Dec 21, 2008 17:18:56 GMT -5
he rolled his eyes as she talked. "mother must have been happy i left. this isn't the first time this has ever happened to me." he pointed to his now coffee stained shirt. it really had. it happened almost every week when he was home. even when he went home during weekends and holidays at times, he always managed to get some kind of huge stain on his clothes, and it always ended with his mom just rolling her eyes and doing the laundry before he left.
hearing her question, he looked down at his shirt. it was drying off, so it didn't feel as awkward. zipping up his sweatshirt, he looked at her. "i'm good for now." he grinned at her. now no one would ever think he spilled hot chocolate on himself but them. and he couldn't even feel it. much. but he didn' tthink on it. "now, onto food." he looked at her as she said she could figure it out.
he laughed, following along until he was in step with her. hearing her, he laughed. "that won't be too hard then." he was hopeless with directions. if they were outside, they probably would have kept walking till they hit New Jersey. he was just bad with directions. which was why he always someone in the care with him. "hmm...i'm in the mood for chinese right now...." he sometimes did that; he would randomly say what was on his mind at times.
word count! :: 246 !
tag! :: chelsi !
music! :: born for this by paramore !
misc! :: at least i thought they were getting better. -___-
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Post by [ chelsi leland ! on Dec 21, 2008 17:42:37 GMT -5
she laughed when he said something about how his mother would have been glad to get rid of him. “it’s okay.” she said. ”i used to spill stuff on myself all the time. but i’ve learned not to move and drink or eat things at the same time; it works.” it was true; every time she tried to, say, walk and drink a soda or something, the majority of the drink ended up on her clothes. that was why she rarely ever drank anything unless she was sitting down somewhere; she just didn’t feel like having to buy a new shirt.
she watched him zip up his sweatshirt, and that was that. "well, okay." she said, shrugging her shoulders. it was true; once the sweatshirt was zipped up, you couldn't even see the rather big hot chocolate stain on his shirt. he said something about food again, and she nodded. she hadn't realized how hungry she was until people started talking about food. that happened to her a lot; like, she'd be in dance class, and as soon as it was done people talked about their dinners, and she was suddenly famished.
she nodded her head and smiled. "it's true. i mean, people expect that from tourists. they'll never suspect that we actually live here." she said. but then she stopped. "well, i do... do you?" she asked. she felt stupid for asking, but she couldn't just assume. he said something about chinese, and her face lit up. "i love chinese food. i think they have a chinese place there...."
word count! :: 260!
music! :: ‘the way i am' by ingrid michaelson!
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