This morning I had a final exam for my Revolutionary/Postrevolutionary China class. The material to be tested was 248 pages from a book on Tianamen Square (covering both the incidents in 1976 as well as 1989). I read 30 something pages last night before I broke to eat Chinese food and dance for hours.
Ryan Hudson is quite the devil.
At first we just recorded videos on people's walls - to no one else's amusement but our own. We were really so full of ourselves that had to keep thinking of bigger and better things.
I can't post the adorable (again, only in our opinions) video we put on Amber's wall of us dancing to the Yeah Yeah Yeah's "Heads Will Roll". This one was actually alright. We should have stopped while we were ahead.
After five minutes of plotting, half an hour of hesitation, and an hour of practice/bad takes...
Before you think that Ryan and I were drunk and almost had sex with each other...
The other thing is, we were completely sober. And we are never ever this slutty. As evident by my twenty lonely years, I'm not sexually attractive.
I woke up this morning regretting the recording, but I'm posting it here anyways because this diary is a goldmine of embarrassing moments, and God forbid I deny it another. Hopefully six years in the future, I'll look back and laugh.