after a gruelling hour of translating horribly inane children’s songs into mandarin. the things i do to get them ducats… unbelievable. i’ve ebayed off a lot of my clothing, and i think i’m taking the rest of the crap that’s not worth much to the charity shop, or this place in ruislip where they pay you like 50p per kilo of clothing. between my mother and i there’s way too much crap as it is, so that’s the money-making plan. i’m still waiting on the cheques from uni regarding the fridge refund; hopefully they get here before i leave, otherwise i’ll have to get my mum to redirect them. or perhaps i ought to email the accommodation woman and ask her to send the cheques to killigrew, or if i could just pick them up. hmm. this is just my word vomit, casually hanging around.