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Liza · 12-09-2004, 01:22 AM

And you're trying to write your senior thesis?

My suitemate has been screaming with her boyfriend (who may well be her ex by the end of the night) for the past twenty minutes and I'm trying so hard to tune it out. I'm writing my senior thesis which has to be done by Friday - and they're screaming their heads off at each other.

I can't go in there and ask them to be quiet - anyone who sets foot in that room will get eaten alive. I guess all I can do is wait for the storm to pass.

Jrnygrl · 12-09-2004, 01:42 AM

Are you living in a dorm or apt.? I your living in a dorm call the RA or call the cops.

Me personally I would be listening to everything they had to say and write a screenplay.

Fleet · 12-09-2004, 01:43 AM

Maybe earplugs?

Is there a library close by?

Hollow · 12-09-2004, 01:49 AM

download mozart and play it loud enough block out the screaming

Dutabi84 · 12-09-2004, 01:53 AM

Carry out a really long and obnoxiously loud argument with your shoelace, and see how they react.

Hollow · 12-09-2004, 01:55 AM

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Originally posted by Dutabi84
Carry out a really long and obnoxiously loud argument with your shoelace, and see how they react.

that works too.

why didn't i think of that. that really is something i would do.

Dutabi84 · 12-09-2004, 02:00 AM

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Originally posted by safety pin
that works too.

why didn't i think of that. that really is something i would do.

It can't fail. They'd be so baffled, they would forget about what they were arguing about.

Liza · 12-09-2004, 03:11 AM

Well, he's finally left and she's crying now. I went nextdoor to check on her and she's got her best friends giving aid and comfort to the wounded. I didn't even have to complain about the noise, she felt bad enough. I actually just hope she's alright. She's a sweet girl and deserves better than that creep who was screaming at her.

Some good ideas for the future though

Liza · 12-09-2004, 03:13 AM

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Originally posted by Fleet
Maybe earplugs?

Is there a library close by?

At 2am, not an option.

I actually just put on headphones and cranked up the volume. It worked. For the most part. When it got too loud I went into the hallway and the girls from the other side of her room were also there. We just laughed and said "I guess we're not getting any work done" and went back inside.

Kitt · 12-09-2004, 03:18 AM

I'd play this song loud, and I'd know my song well before I'd start singin.

HARD RAIN
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, where have you been, my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it,
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin',
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin',
I saw a white ladder all covered with water,
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken,
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin',
Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world,
Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin',
Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin',
Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin',
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter,
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley,
And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony,
I met a white man who walked a black dog,
I met a young woman whose body was burning,
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow,
I met one man who was wounded in love,
I met another man who was wounded with hatred,
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin',
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest,
Where the people are many and their hands are all empty,
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters,
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison,
Where the executioner's face is always well hidden,
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten,
Where black is the color, where none is the number,
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it,
And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it,
Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',
But I'll know my song well before I start singin',
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard,
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music

Columbia Records

12-09-2004, 01:22 AM	#1
Liza BestYearsofOurLives Forum Veteran Join Date: Apr 24, 2001 Location: Rochester, NY Posts: 6,537	What do you do when your nextdoor neighbor is screaming at her boyfriend And you're trying to write your senior thesis? My suitemate has been screaming with her boyfriend (who may well be her ex by the end of the night) for the past twenty minutes and I'm trying so hard to tune it out. I'm writing my senior thesis which has to be done by Friday - and they're screaming their heads off at each other. I can't go in there and ask them to be quiet - anyone who sets foot in that room will get eaten alive. I guess all I can do is wait for the storm to pass.

12-09-2004, 01:43 AM	#3
Fleet Mansions, limousines & H-ween Forum Star Join Date: Jan 06, 2002 Location: Northridge/Porter Ranch, California Posts: 15,625	Maybe earplugs? Is there a library close by?
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12-09-2004, 01:42 AM	#2
Jrnygrl Member Forum 4000 Club Member Join Date: Nov 03, 2003 Location: wheel in the sky Posts: 4,540	Are you living in a dorm or apt.? I your living in a dorm call the RA or call the cops. Me personally I would be listening to everything they had to say and write a screenplay.

12-09-2004, 01:49 AM	#4
Hollow Member Forum Superstar Join Date: Dec 16, 2001 Posts: 30,406	download mozart and play it loud enough block out the screaming

12-09-2004, 01:53 AM	#5
Dutabi84 kittens must die Forum Fanatic Join Date: Apr 22, 2003 Location: MN/TX Posts: 11,026	Carry out a really long and obnoxiously loud argument with your shoelace, and see how they react.

12-09-2004, 03:11 AM	#8
Liza BestYearsofOurLives Forum Veteran Join Date: Apr 24, 2001 Location: Rochester, NY Posts: 6,537	Well, he's finally left and she's crying now. I went nextdoor to check on her and she's got her best friends giving aid and comfort to the wounded. I didn't even have to complain about the noise, she felt bad enough. I actually just hope she's alright. She's a sweet girl and deserves better than that creep who was screaming at her. Some good ideas for the future though

12-09-2004, 03:18 AM	#10
Kitt James Dean Forum Veteran Join Date: Aug 16, 2001 Location: California Dreamin' Posts: 6,115	I'd play this song loud, and I'd know my song well before I'd start singin. HARD RAIN Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? Oh, where have you been, my darling young one? I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains, I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways, I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests, I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans, I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it, I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin', I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin', I saw a white ladder all covered with water, I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken, I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder, it roared out a warnin', Heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world, Heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin', Heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin', Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin', Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter, Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley, And it's a hard, and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, who did you meet, my blue-eyed son? Who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony, I met a white man who walked a black dog, I met a young woman whose body was burning, I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow, I met one man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded with hatred, And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Oh, what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son? Oh, what'll you do now, my darling young one? I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin', I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest, Where the people are many and their hands are all empty, Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters, Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison, Where the executioner's face is always well hidden, Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten, Where black is the color, where none is the number, And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it, And reflect it from the mountain so all souls can see it, Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin', But I'll know my song well before I start singin', And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall. Copyright © 1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music Columbia Records