So out of all the bad that was last night (it really was a fun night...just bad stuff happened...and I did bad things. Very bad things) I had a conversation with one of my old roommates at his appartment. You see, for a while now I've been thinking about lifting. And trying to bulk up. But I can't go alone. And I can't do it alone. I need a motivater. I need someone to keep me going. To drive me.

Enter ex-roommate.

He's not a large guy, but he's definitely built. He's the kind of guy you'd want on your side in a fight. And sometimes he can seem really crazy and scary, but he's really just joking. That's why he's good for me. I'm not sure if he remembers, but we were going to start on Monday. I'm excited.