Holy Wow!

I haven't updated this puppy in WAY too long.

 Let's recap my life, okay? Okay!

Went to Colorado about a month ago. Ran in this little thing called Warrior Dash. It was freaking fantastic. Want a picture? Okay!

From left to right, Warrior Co-Worker of Warrior Drew, Warrior Drew, Warrior Shirtless, Warrior Olga, Warrior Katia, and Warrior Sven. Warrior Sven and Warrior Katia are the Smiling Warriors...because we're cool like that.

I'm also still training for the Omaha Marathon, which is in like 4 days and a few hours. I'm freaking the eff out about it, so we're just not going to say anything more on that subject.

Running has pretty much dominated my life in the past month. That, and drinking to excess. But that's okay. That's what my 20s are for. At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

I actually had a huge list of stuff to talk about, but now I can't remember any of it. Like, any of it. Damn, I've been outta practice with this blogging thing. Sorry, guys.

On a bright side, a friend of mine has recently started a blog that is practically a soundtrack to his life. Seriously, there are at least 2 embedded youtube videos in each post, it seems. But that's okay, because it totally works. And he is WAY up on his music, and pretty much dictates the playlist for his and all of his friends' lives, my own included. Dude is legit. One of the more...shall we say "interesting" songs he posted is way not getting re-posted over here, but it was a) freaking hilarious and 2) makes me look at Arizona Iced Tea in a completely different way. Holy Buttcheek.

Oh, that reminds me. He turned the Wolfpack** on to this next band, one member of which (Hi, Fren!) subsequently turned ME onto. They're fantastic. Maybe you've heard of them? Mumford & Sons? Let me just say that Marcus Mumford is one of my new favorite people.

This is probably my favorite song on that album, which I'm not going to tell you to download, but you should totally download. Or buy. I meant buy. Or download legally. Because that's TOTALLY what I do... ANYWAY, check out Mumford. I should probably give the music guru a shout-out, shouldn't I. Hmm. Thanks for the music, friend. I'm a downloading fool, thanks to you! 

Speaking of beer, I'm ready to be back off the semi-wagon I've been on. I realize earlier I said I've been drinking to excess, but in truth, I haven't. I mean I did when I was in CO, but eeeeveryone did then. With this whole marathon business, I'm definitely taking in way less beer than I used to. I mean, that's cool for my body and all, but there are so many fall seasonals I'm missing out on right now! Working at the Booze Depot doesn't help, either. 

Want to hear about my latest revelation? You do?! AWESOME. I miss K-State. Like, an inordinate amount. (Bonus points for using 'inordinate' correctly in a sentence.) So...I'm pulling a few financial strings...and THE TENTATIVE PLAN is that I'll be back in the Hat in August 2011. I sorta came to the conclusion (all on my own, which is a HUGE deal for me) that I would actually be pretty disappointed in myself if I didn't finish out at K-State. I love that school way too much to walk away and be content with that decision. I know that goes COMPLETELY against what I talked about with some friends a while back, but I've done a lot of thinking about it, and it's what I want to do. What I need to do. It's going to be tough, and I have a huge hole to crawl out of, and I'm going to start back about 100 steps behind, but that's okay. I'm going in with a positive attitude and season football tickets. Like Incubus said, "Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes."

Granted, they probably weren't talking about going back to school, but who cares? Not me. Also, blogfriend, I swear I'm not trying to copy you. It's just.......okay so I am MINORLY copying you. This time. But only because providing a soundtrack to the blog is a wonderful idea and now I'm going to try and do it better than you. Because I'm competitive like that. Just ask Karen the Chuglympics loser. :)

Um...crap. Colbie Caillat came on my Pandora station and made me lose my train of thought. I hate Colbie Caillat. She really irks me, and I can't even tell you why. Drat. 

In other news, my Colts are starting the season at .500, which isn't bad, but it's not what I'd hoped. Although Peyton totally walloped Eli on Sunday, which made me chuckle. The Chiefs (who are not link-worthy, in my opinion) are 2-0, which is AWESOME for them. And since they're the closest thing Kansas has to a hometown NFL team, I suppose I'm happy for them. In FANTASTICALLY PERFECT NEWS, the Wildcats are 3-0. I could not be happier. Seriously. Could not be happier. I don't even have to elaborate, as nearly all of you readers are K-State fans. Save my friend J, who is a KU Student. To her, I say, "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" 

I think that's enough ramble for now. I have the day off tomorrow, so I'll probably post something again. Ni night!

** The Wolfpack: an elite group of badasses that I pal around with. I'm not TECHNICALLY a member of the Pack, but that's fine. I'm a one-man Wolfpack, baby.