Remember Salad Fingers?

Hubert Cumberdale: One of Salad Fingers' finger puppets. He tastes like soot and poo.

"Euch, Hubert Cumberdale! You taste like soot and poo." (crying)

I just saw this name on urbandictionary.com and was like "Woah, I know Hubert Cumberdale." Rachel and I would occasionally watch this together in high school then talk like him for the next half hour—what the hell was wrong with us?  

"I've got a fish cooking in the oven." 

Moving on, sorry for another hiatus. This past week was mildly hellish with ridiculous amounts of writing to do. But now I'm home for break, which isn't particularly exciting but I'm fine with it. At least I don't have to worry about getting shot in Acapulco. Suggestion: Don't buy drugs if you're in Mexico right now. 

My brother just walked into my room and messed up my bangs, saying "Oh, now you can't do your emo flip anymore, huh? Heh Heh." Ass. 

Two wonderful things: First, I just found my passport and social security card  in my room under a 1984 "Ghostbusters" cassette tape (no joke), which I couldn't find for the past month and had caused me great stress. I feared I had I accidently thrown them out and some strange woman had now stolen my identity and was racking up bad credit under my name. So, phew. 

Second, I've gotten really into "Flight of the Conchords" lately (yeah, I know, I jumped on the train late). But after a little online research on Jemaine Clement, I saw that he announced his account on Twitter. Obvi, I looked it up and started following him. He was being followed by over 5000 people and was only following about 8 at the time, which I assumed were only those dear to his heart. BUT the other day, my status was "Julia just wants Jemaine Clement to follow her back—is that so much to ask?" And guess fucking what? The next morning, I get a message from him: "Cheers," and he started following me. Man, I was so jazzed. My self-esteem has seriously gone up tenfold. 

By the way, do you know a Basenji is? I heard about them in Screenwriting the other day and kind of want one now. They are these dogs from Africa that don't bark but actually kind of yodel, which sounds awesome. This guy in my class goes, "Yeah, I have one at home. My mom's boyfriend gave it to us right before he went to jail." Awkward for the whole class. 

Silent but sassy.

Speaking of class, I had a current events quiz in Reporting on Thursday, and one of the questions was: What's the controversy between Jon Stewart and CNBC? Instead of writing Jim Cramer, I just wrote Kramer. 

Julia, you fail. 

Until then, don't confuse people in the news with dated Seinfeld characters. 

-J.