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First things first: tuva made a doll for me!!

Isn't she cool? Both tuva and the doll.
*happy dance*
This is a wonderful present, especially as it isn't even my birthday or anything. :-)

Another good thing that happened today: I went to the bookstore and got all five Harry Potters in English. I went to the bank first to check whether the money for the translations had been transferred, it hadn't, but I went and got the books anyway. There isn't much I need to buy anytime soon, so I should be alright. I had gotten through PoA in German again already, so I started with Goblet of Fire. HP 4 and 5 are a little thick for paperbacks, I'm not sure how long the binding will last, but better than nothing. I'll just need to be a little careful.

Did I mention that I got a beautiful doll from tuva?

I went to the gym, but the course I wanted to go to didn't take place because I was the only one there. Oh well, probably next week.

Unemployment makes me cranky. I get angry really quickly, especially when my parents make supposedly funny remarks about me not doing anything during the day. I hate this situation I'm in right now. I can't plan ahead because I don't f**king know where I'm going to be next week. It drives me crazy and the last thing I need is have my Mom joke about it and my Dad get angry at me for doing nothing but reading books ore being on the computer. My Dad has no idea about how this feels. He never was unemployed a day in his life, because after studying he worked for the university, and after reunification he got the job he has now. I don't really know about my Mom. She decided to stay home with the kids back when she was pregnant with my sister, but as far as I know she always planned on going back to work once the kids were old enough. But after reunification, there wasn't a job available for her, and as she'll turn fifty this year chances are almost down to 0 now that she'll ever find something. I suppose that is why she started all this volunteer thing for the church and the town. But I can't do that because a commitment for a week doesn't do any good, and I can't plan further ahead. Damn.

But coming home today, I found that tuva has made me a doll!
Yes, I'm repeating myself. So what, I'm happy!

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Anybody has an owl liver?

The Potion Maker
dream_labyrinthium is a translucent, sandy amber powder pulled from the liver of an owl.
Mix with dream_labyrinth! Username:
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That's very interesting stuff, really. Mixed with the right ingredients you get things like this:

The Potion Maker
pandora_nervosatium is a milky, runny lavender gel pulled from the sap of the mandrake.
dream_labyrinthium is a translucent, sandy amber powder pulled from the liver of an owl.
Mixing pandora_nervosatium with dream_labyrinthium causes a violent chemical reaction, producing a cloudy white potion which gives the user the power of dodging bullets.
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And I have a new icon to show off, appropriate for the owl liver thing. ;-)

Is that too much to ask?

Sooo. On Thursday, I had a missed call on my cell phone. From a phone number I didn't know, so I didn't call back. I also had a message on my mailbox but figured it wouldn't be important, and I was in a rush at that point and the battery was low, so I decided to check that later.
And forgot about it.
Today, I had another missed call from the same number. I remembered the message and checked the mailbox.
It was that guy who wants me to do some translations.
Now what I would like to know is this:
How the heck did he end up with my cell phone number?????
Except my family and a few friends and people from Uni who I needed to get in contact with quickly sometime, nobody has this number. Because I don't want people to bother me any time of day.
The only way anybody could get that number was through my father. So I asked him why he had given out my cell phone number. And he got all defensive and said he didn't, but told his secretary to give my email address (with my agreement) and telephone number (without my agreement) to that guy. And the secretary, I suppose, checked his outlook account or address list in his Palm and found my cell phone number and passed that on.
Whatever happened, it really wasn't my fault. So I don't see any reason for Dad to yell at me. He's the one who's - again - intruding on my privacy.
This might seem like a minor incident, and not worth getting angry about. But as I have stated before, I'm in no state of mind to take any sort of irritation lightly, and I am very concerend about the fact the privacy seems to be a rather unknown word in my family. Makes me wonder why I ended up being so picky about it.
What I would have expected from Dad would have been something like "Oh sorry, there must have been a mistake." Something like that. But he could never ever admit to a mistake, even if it wasn't his own. Unless of course it is a mistake from somebody else that makes him look better.
I wish it was Wednesday and I could do another of these Thai-Bo courses. Working out and kicking an imaginary opponent seems just the thing for me right now.