Mreh.

Mreh. So, my new place STILL doesn't have DSL. My roommate and I have, between the two of us, been calling and harassing the cable people for a month. They set up an appointment to come, then they come but say we weren't home, or they come to the wrong address. That is followed by another appointment, two weeks out, and then the admission by the handyman that he forgot some integral part or something that must be ordered or something or other. I don't understand it. When I'm frustrated, which has so far only been in relation to the cable, I lose most of my German skills. This rant is basically to say that I still don't have access so I still don't have pictures, video, Skype, or any of the stuff that I really want. I promise, guys, it's coming!

So, my friends got married on the 20th. Clint and Jen, if you read this then know that 1) I saw the wedding as much as I could, 2) it was beautiful!, and 3) that I really miss you guys. I really miss everyone. I miss home. At home I know where the best hangouts are, where to find Cocoa Crispies, and who will want to hang out at either 1:00 in the afternoon or 1:00 in the morning. I have none of that here so far. I miss home. I miss it I miss it I miss it.

A List Of Things That I Miss:

1. Mom, Dad, Marvin, Rachael, Heather, Madison, Megan, Chris, Patrick, Madeline, Marcy, Amber, Michael, Clint, Jen, Buck, Stf, Eric, Stefan, Zac-wait I mean Mein Hans!, Tyler, Melissa, Amy, Jay, James, Mary, - okay, this is going to get tedious, so I'll just write it like this: I miss my family. I miss everyone in Red Dirt and O.U. Improv. I miss people who are not in improv but who are friends with people in improv. I miss my Germans. I miss my cousins. I miss my mother's dogs, you tiny puppies. I miss Marcy's cat.
2. Mr. Bill's. The Mont. The Library. The South Oval. Marcy's house. My apartment. Main Street in Norman. The OU student union. Campus in general. Mom's house. Dad's house. Tinker AFB. Andrews Park. I miss King Wah's and I miss Tarahumara's. There's no decent tex-mex here. I miss Midwest City and Norman and Edmond and Bricktown and even Tulsa, now that I think about it.
   
3. My knick-knacks. My PDA cables. My mp3 cables. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. All my grungy t-shirts that I left behind. My art that my friends gave me. Red dirt. The river. the words "howdy" and "y'all". MY CAR. Oh, God, my car. Country music. Most of my shoes. Notes. My photo albums. I miss being surrounded by my junk.
   
4. I miss knowing what all the words in an advertisement mean. I miss random calls from my Mom and the phone messages that are always like, "Do you even love ya muddah? You must not, 'cause you nevah return her calls! Love ya, mean it, bye". I miss going driving. I miss bowfishing. I miss the weather. I miss knowing which floorboards to avoid because they creak. I miss people I know knocking on my door to say what's up. I miss being able to say "what's up" and having people understand me. I miss always being busy. I miss stuff being open on Sunday. I miss improv. I miss going to bed late because there's something fun going on. I miss making long-standing inside jokes.
   

I miss not having to pay for ketchup.