I promise this blog will eventually contain information regarding my daily life, but today it’s devoted to Jack-isms.
Me: So the doctor said you have low blood pressure?
Jack: Uhh, yea.
Me: So what can you do to raise it?
Jack: To make it better?
Me: Yea
Jack: … I don’t know… I think maybe eat something delicious.
Jack: It’s a cock, you know?
Me and Amy: A what!?
Jack: A cock…. Cock, cock! ::flaps arms::
Me: Rooster! You should say rooster, cock means feiji*
Jack: Oh no! So terrible!
* feiji literally means 'airplane', but it’s the Chinese equilivant of cock. "Hit the airplane" is the Chinese expression for "to jack-off"
::I have my glasses off, my cell phone beeps. I pick up the phone and hold it 2 inches away from my face to read the message::
Jack: ::gasp!::
Me: What!?
Jack: Your eyesight! So terrible!
Living with this person is wonderful. The other day he cleaned the room, and put my spoon in the refrigerator, no explanation given. It wasn't until I decided to try to eat my breakfast with chopsticks that I found it next to the milk. I had been worried about finding a roommate when I get back to Chicago, now I am only worried about how I can convince Jack to come back with me. I think he would be a great addition to a Loyola Chicago danceparty.
Me: So the doctor said you have low blood pressure?
Jack: Uhh, yea.
Me: So what can you do to raise it?
Jack: To make it better?
Me: Yea
Jack: … I don’t know… I think maybe eat something delicious.
Jack: It’s a cock, you know?
Me and Amy: A what!?
Jack: A cock…. Cock, cock! ::flaps arms::
Me: Rooster! You should say rooster, cock means feiji*
Jack: Oh no! So terrible!
* feiji literally means 'airplane', but it’s the Chinese equilivant of cock. "Hit the airplane" is the Chinese expression for "to jack-off"
::I have my glasses off, my cell phone beeps. I pick up the phone and hold it 2 inches away from my face to read the message::
Jack: ::gasp!::
Me: What!?
Jack: Your eyesight! So terrible!
Living with this person is wonderful. The other day he cleaned the room, and put my spoon in the refrigerator, no explanation given. It wasn't until I decided to try to eat my breakfast with chopsticks that I found it next to the milk. I had been worried about finding a roommate when I get back to Chicago, now I am only worried about how I can convince Jack to come back with me. I think he would be a great addition to a Loyola Chicago danceparty.
posted by Tim | 12:14 PM
1 Comments:
Tim- I miss you so much. Happy to hear that you and Jack are getting along. Being at Loyola and not having you there is killing me. The other night I had this crazy dream that you were sick and i was going to call your parents at 3 in the morning. Love.
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