Student life is a perpetual state of tiredness

So says Abbey. Quite precise. She's in everyday at 9 o' clock, so she's naturally tired the majority of the time, falling asleep in lectures and the like. I'm in 8 hours a week, with two 9 o' clock starts and a day off. I'm unnaturally tired most of the time. No reason. I'd like to say I'm a busy person but I've been procrastinating for the past two weeks and, even though work is starting to get done, I still manage to find time to write this.

Friday I went down to the parents. It was quite amusing, a certain dread in Abbey's eyes as she would "Meet The Parents", but it wasn't a complete disaster. We watched Donnie Darko which had plenty of F'ing, but my brother said all he heard was "PIIITTTYYYY!!" when Drew Barrymore lost her job. That made me laugh. In the morning of Saturday I did some recordings of my dad's childhood stories and I'm in the process of editing it to say "Detention with Miss Upton tastes a bit like chicken". Good clean fun. We played Cheddargorge with my older brother's birthday card and ended up with "Blue cabbage themed face box magazine cupboard shop flavoured pink-ish potato skins" to go as a greeting. We were laughing heartily, so by tea we were in good moods to completely change the lyrics of "10 in the bed" involving the little one realising the "Rollover" was of the BBC1 Saturday lottery variety and Abbey laughing until it hurt. Always fun.

Roasts are easy to do, is the general consensus of yesterday. Thank you.