I also had a conversation with a cute hippie at a healthy fast food restaurant.

Amanda's - mmmmm.

Because in theory, I like both Emanuel and lady bits, but the only times I put them remotely together, I decide his life is easier without being born with lady bits.

Earlier this year, every time I tried to think about hot guys, BOOM, they either had tits or slits.

I tell you, it was disconcerting.

Amanda's - mmmmm.

That's the one! The sweet potato fries were nice. The veggie burger was interesting, but I don't think terribly filling. I'm a little hungry now. The raspberry soda was, sadly, unimpressive. Tasted too much like carbonated vitamin water, not enough flavor.

I just changed a light bulb! I WILL MAKE SUCH A GOOD HUSBAND.

The veggie burger was interesting, but I don't think terribly filling.

Actually the best thing about Amanda's is the quality of the meat they use. It's organic and flavorful and pretty filling.

Get the lemon-lime drink, next time. It's tasty.

For those of you who identify as bisexual, have you had equally long relationships with same sex as you have with opposite sex partners?

Like smonster, I'm probably an unrepresentative sample. I've never had a relationship with a bloke, and The Girl is the only g/f I've ever had. (We've been together for four years.) I was busy being incredibly shy until I was 27.

Lots of people try to persuade me that not having slept with a man makes me a lesbian (!), but I identify the way I want to. I tend to like about 20% boys, 80% girls. Depends on the people, though! (Amusing trivia: watching Faith on screen was what made me realise I wasn't straight. I expect I share that fact with other girls!)

Can I ask what's behind the question, javachik?

The Girl's band played at this [link] yesterday. It was big. I thought it was worth spreading the word about the event. Apparently there were similar events in other cities around the world including San Francisco.

Kristin, I hope the antibiotics help and that you feel better soon.

In the beginning, there were 300 new posts in Bitches, and I thought I'll read them all over the weekend.

And then there were 500, and I totally gave up and skipped.

Oof. I was looking forward to this.

My room is 100% packed now, and I'll leave Mitzpe Ramon in 3 hours, permanently (as a resident). My parents will move to Ma'ale Adumim this Thursday, and I'll join them there. I don't plan staying there more than a year or two, though, and will rent again in Jerusalem ASAP.

My mom's spending 50% of her time with me driving me batshit, so I can see moving back with my parents will have its difficulties. Highlights are questions like "are you happy to move back with us?" and "do you think that move will be good for us?", which are by no way y/n questions, so I lie to her, saying yes. I can only hope that even though they're my parents and I love them and everything, they'll learn to respect my time. As in, most days I have no idea the exact time I'll be home - I can spend in the library an hour, or three. I can meet a friend and carried in conversation, or I can decide it's been a Bad Day and cut early (though, not from class. From the after-class learning). So I hope the gazillions "I don't know" answers I'll give will start to give them a clue.

University is overwhelming. A day doesn't get by without me having to study in it, weekends included (I managed to narrow it down to just half an hour of studying today, after spending 3 hours studying yesterday. On a weekend). I hope it'll prove itself worthwhile.

All in all, both in what's left of my private life and university, most questions can't be answer with a plain yes or no anymore. It reflects even to the smallest questions of all, as in food choices. Speaking of food, cooking is a huge comfort.

At the ride to Miztpe Ramon I realized what's bothering me most about my life now. It's the feeling that I don't have a stable ground to stand on. I'm looking so hard at times for approval from people, to know where I stand with them, it's ridicules. I don't want to be that needy. I have/had everything I wanted in my life for a while, because my expectations were low and I fought and worked hard, and now I feel like that's been taken away from me, in a way, and I'm not sure what I'm getting back now. It's a horrible feeling of lack of confidence, not so much in myself, but in life. With all that, I feel like an impostor. As if I failed. I know I haven't, but when I can't answer with an easy yes or no to my mom's questions, or the other questions that are being addressed to my on a daily basis, I just don't feel like I know who am I anymore. In the big perspective, I'm alright. Better than alright. I've got a plan and a schedule and all that, and I'm doing whatever I can possibly so. It's the details and the daily struggle that are leaving me in the air, clueless about what's important, what's right and wrong.

With that being said, today has been a Good Day. They always are, until I'm confronted with the details and the hard questions.

I just changed a light bulb! I WILL MAKE SUCH A GOOD HUSBAND.

So now we know how many ghost bovines it takes to change a light bulb.

For those of you who identify as bisexual, have you had equally long relationships with same sex as you have with opposite sex partners?

My longest relationship before DH was less than a week, so he kind of wrecks the stats. I never really met anyone before him I wanted to spend that much time with as well as getting frisky. That said, I probably got frisky with ladies and dudes about 50:50 prior to meeting him. The straight guys being low hanging fruit didn't really affect me that much until I left Dublin because a good half of my friends at home were either gay or bi and we tended to hang out in gay or very gay friendly bars and pubs.

Seska - that's brilliant about your GF. To my shame, I did not know there was an event on yesterday, or I probably would have gone.

Happy Wedding Day, Nicole!!! I hope it is everything you want it to be.

Happy weddings and happy Halloween, y'all!