I'm sorry my blog has been so boring. I just read back and wow--booooring.
I forgot to write this the other day. MJF came to teach a class the other day for the first time in months. I was sitting in the back near this girl and she leaned over and said, "Hey, don't you think he looks like Michael J Fox?" I froze--had she found my blog? Did she know everything I've written??? Had I written something about her? UH OH. So instead of giving myself up I started to ask her questions, "Have we talked about this before?" etc. After probing and discussing things I too realized as she had, MJF was wearing this one jacket that day and his hair was cut a different way and well, he really looked like Marty Mcfly more than ever. I felt a certain connection to my friend because she was the first person to see what I have seen all along.
Showing posts with label Michael J Fox. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael J Fox. Show all posts
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
Ok so yesterday was fantastic. It was a dream or something out of a movie. We found out that our favorite hot teacher was teaching our afternoon class. Over lunch the girls were all commenting that they hoped he would teach us something cool that day. I said, "I just hope that he makes out with me." They were all silent and staring at me like they had never heard me profess my love for him before. So I sheepishly said "Uh...did I just say that out loud?"
In class we split up in to groups with a dollhead and scizzors. We were to come up with something that inspires us and then create a haircut according to it. So the teacher--MJF--cruised around the room to observe our progress. I was cutting the dollhead's hair when he came over to our group. He walked up behind me and watched for minute. Then he got behind me oh so very close and put his left hand on my back and right hand on my arm and adjusted my cutting position. It was so erotic. Just kidding. It was right out of a movie though--like he was Patrick Swayze and I was Demi Moore and we were going to start making out any second. Only instead of clay, hair clippings. Ew. I hope he doesn't die and come back to me in Whoopi Goldberg.
In class we split up in to groups with a dollhead and scizzors. We were to come up with something that inspires us and then create a haircut according to it. So the teacher--MJF--cruised around the room to observe our progress. I was cutting the dollhead's hair when he came over to our group. He walked up behind me and watched for minute. Then he got behind me oh so very close and put his left hand on my back and right hand on my arm and adjusted my cutting position. It was so erotic. Just kidding. It was right out of a movie though--like he was Patrick Swayze and I was Demi Moore and we were going to start making out any second. Only instead of clay, hair clippings. Ew. I hope he doesn't die and come back to me in Whoopi Goldberg.
Friday, March 10, 2006
Ahhhh how I love MJF Thursdays. I am always sure to be on time to class and in the front row when he is teaching. Apparently there are several girls at the school with the same crush as myself. A few of us were discussing it before class and one of them said that she thought he looked like a hobbit. This sent me into uncontrollable fits of laughter and everytime I looked at MJF I had to bury my head in my hands. When he started talking about his love for Neil Diamond I didn't know what I was going to do. All I could picture was a chorus line of MJF's singing "We're coming to America!" in an elfin voice--you know the one where it sounds like you are fast forwarding?
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
MJF,
You are too sexy. I can't handle it and neither can my friend that should remain unnamed. When you cut hair, you look in the mirror at your creation with this look that makes us want to tackle you. You aren't normally on the floor with us but you were today. So my friend who should remain unnamed and I set up our station in your section. She wanted a scalp treatment so we called you over to sign the ticket so we could start. You looked at me in the eyes and smiled with this smile that said how you doin? --you were about a foot away from me which made it all the more affective or effective(?). It was heartstopping. I think I almost blushed.
Mentor,
You are totally killing me. A girl transfered from night to day school and you were on her like cheese on macaroni. Today you somehow conned her into giving you a stress relieving massage that lasted for what seemed like hours and also looked to be more than stress relieving. It seems that we are all on to your sparkly eyed nature except for this poor new girl.
Weird Girl,
I watched you cut that guy's hair today. It took an unnaturally long amount of time. I think that you must have gone over his head, scizzor over comb, at least 100 times--especially that back left side. You stuck around there for quite a while. I think my favorite part was when you stopped and put your arm up so you were leaning on his shoulder. You made eyes at each other in the mirror, smiling and laughing. The poor guy was either being really nice or had no idea that you are only 17.
You are too sexy. I can't handle it and neither can my friend that should remain unnamed. When you cut hair, you look in the mirror at your creation with this look that makes us want to tackle you. You aren't normally on the floor with us but you were today. So my friend who should remain unnamed and I set up our station in your section. She wanted a scalp treatment so we called you over to sign the ticket so we could start. You looked at me in the eyes and smiled with this smile that said how you doin? --you were about a foot away from me which made it all the more affective or effective(?). It was heartstopping. I think I almost blushed.
Mentor,
You are totally killing me. A girl transfered from night to day school and you were on her like cheese on macaroni. Today you somehow conned her into giving you a stress relieving massage that lasted for what seemed like hours and also looked to be more than stress relieving. It seems that we are all on to your sparkly eyed nature except for this poor new girl.
Weird Girl,
I watched you cut that guy's hair today. It took an unnaturally long amount of time. I think that you must have gone over his head, scizzor over comb, at least 100 times--especially that back left side. You stuck around there for quite a while. I think my favorite part was when you stopped and put your arm up so you were leaning on his shoulder. You made eyes at each other in the mirror, smiling and laughing. The poor guy was either being really nice or had no idea that you are only 17.
Friday, February 10, 2006
Have you ever seen a homeless man dance and sing to the Jackson 5, ABC, playing outside of a gym? Well I did today and words cannot express how funny it was.
So by the way, I'm totally done with the mentor. Michael J Fox is way hotter and so funny. I am not talking about the actual Michael J Fox. I'm talking about an instructor that looks like him. He comes to the school and teaches a haircutting class once a month. I first wrote about him on December 13, 2005. He pulled up outside of the school in his new lexus wearing some hot sunglasses, window down and arm hanging out, fingers holding a cigarette. I've never been attracted to someone smoking---usually it totally turns me off--- but in this case, it was the opposite--kinda like the movie Thankyou For Smoking--http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427944/ .
It explores ways to make cigarette smoking more attractive to people.
I am starting to wonder about my obsession with short men named David that come and teach classes on Thursdays. David Rich used to come and teach a class at my last place of employment on Thursdays. I have no idea why but I had the biggest crush on him. It was to the point that I could barely say hi to him even though I knew him and he knew me and we had had several long conversations in the past. Everyone knew that I had this crush and they would all stare at me to see what I was going to do when he came around. This is why I am not going to tell people about my crushes anymore...
So by the way, I'm totally done with the mentor. Michael J Fox is way hotter and so funny. I am not talking about the actual Michael J Fox. I'm talking about an instructor that looks like him. He comes to the school and teaches a haircutting class once a month. I first wrote about him on December 13, 2005. He pulled up outside of the school in his new lexus wearing some hot sunglasses, window down and arm hanging out, fingers holding a cigarette. I've never been attracted to someone smoking---usually it totally turns me off--- but in this case, it was the opposite--kinda like the movie Thankyou For Smoking--http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0427944/ .
It explores ways to make cigarette smoking more attractive to people.
I am starting to wonder about my obsession with short men named David that come and teach classes on Thursdays. David Rich used to come and teach a class at my last place of employment on Thursdays. I have no idea why but I had the biggest crush on him. It was to the point that I could barely say hi to him even though I knew him and he knew me and we had had several long conversations in the past. Everyone knew that I had this crush and they would all stare at me to see what I was going to do when he came around. This is why I am not going to tell people about my crushes anymore...
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Michael J Fox was there again today teaching us how to do haircuts. I'm crushing hard-- He is cute and funny. Whoa baby. We were talking about salons in the area--one of which MJF has worked at. He hadn't been there in a while and one of the students had so the student gave him an update. He described it like this- and this is a direct quote, "It's like Charlie and the Chocolate Factory gone gay". Doesn't that just make your imagination go wild? A gay Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Brilliant.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Ok so I'm not a playa, I just crush a lot...
I have a new crush. He looks like someone I had a mad crush on in the fifth grade. I ordered some books from one of those book club catalogs just so that I could get the complimentary magazine all about him (included poster for my wall). I would carry around the magazine all of the time. I kept it folded in half and stowed away in my back pocket of my jeans. I was so cool. Ok so anyway, we have guest speakers in school and I saw this guy walking around and I looked at him and he looked at me and neither of us looked away. I was thinking what are you doing here? I've never seen you before! He was probably thinking, why are you staring at me? Do we know each other? Either that or who is that girl? She is hot! just kidding, just kidding. I went into the classroom and he was up there talking away about who knows what. I was so distracted by his cute hair and the fact that a guy in the class pointed out that he had cute chops, then sheepishly added that he was blushing. Oh you gay boys are so silly when you hit on straight men. After staring at him for a while I suddenly realized how much he reminded me of the man in the magazine in my back pocket in fifth grade. He had the same hair color, same eyes, same facial features, and even same height! Michael J Fox! It's you! Your parkinson's disease is gone and you are divorced, do hair, and you're teaching at my school! This is truly amazing.
I have a new crush. He looks like someone I had a mad crush on in the fifth grade. I ordered some books from one of those book club catalogs just so that I could get the complimentary magazine all about him (included poster for my wall). I would carry around the magazine all of the time. I kept it folded in half and stowed away in my back pocket of my jeans. I was so cool. Ok so anyway, we have guest speakers in school and I saw this guy walking around and I looked at him and he looked at me and neither of us looked away. I was thinking what are you doing here? I've never seen you before! He was probably thinking, why are you staring at me? Do we know each other? Either that or who is that girl? She is hot! just kidding, just kidding. I went into the classroom and he was up there talking away about who knows what. I was so distracted by his cute hair and the fact that a guy in the class pointed out that he had cute chops, then sheepishly added that he was blushing. Oh you gay boys are so silly when you hit on straight men. After staring at him for a while I suddenly realized how much he reminded me of the man in the magazine in my back pocket in fifth grade. He had the same hair color, same eyes, same facial features, and even same height! Michael J Fox! It's you! Your parkinson's disease is gone and you are divorced, do hair, and you're teaching at my school! This is truly amazing.
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