What's the difference between a trip and a journey?

I think my stomach is eating itself. Usually I don't get hungry as much as thirsty, but this time my stomach is killing me.

I spent my day writing essays and entering information for scholarships. It would be super uber winningly awesome if I actually won some money. I also watched an insane amount of X-Files today- already on 1x12 (Fire). My head hurts, but I can't tell if it's from all the TV or from a thirst-induced headache.

One of my mom's friends bakes cinnamon buns every Tisha BiAv. Totally don't get that. My house smells faintly of baking cake- from the one my brother made for the dessert thing on Shabbat afternoon-and soup- from the eight gallons my father made for dinner tomorrow night (oh my god, I'm Katrina DeVort from Juno)- and it's driving me crazy.

There are 2.5 hours left and my devil cousins from Toronto are coming. Oh my god, torture!

Latest news and notes from my life:
~ I finished my fic! I finished my fic! Sorry, I just can't believe I don't have to work on it anymore. *happy dance*
~ My movie watching life: last night I watched Annie Hall with my best friend (we were underwhelmed) and tonight I watched Forrest Gump with two of my brothers and my sister (liked it a lot). It followed my miserable yesterday and my much improved today.
~ Anyone realize how uber-adorable Fred Savage and Danica McKellar were in the first season of The Wonder Years?
~ My mom is cooking brisket for the bar mitzvah and it weirdly smells like brownies.
~ I had driving hours scheduled yesterday, but I realized I needed to cancel them because I totally suck at driving and need more practice before I get into the car with an intimidating instructor. So I called and left a message when they didn't pick up. Then I called again to make sure that they got the message. Now, whenever the receptionist lady picks up the phone, she has no idea who I am. She asks my name a bunch of times every...single...time I call. But this was even worse  because I had JUST left a message. Apparently I am not really memorable.
~ I am an unashamed U.S. history GODDESS!! I got a 5 on my AP and a 790 on my SAT II. If you don't know what that means: trust me, it's good. :-D
~ Those of you who read my massive Israel touring post might remember the Af Al Pi Chen Maritime Museum. While the material was interesting, whoever did the translations was a total MORON (misspellings all over the place, e.g. "they lunched the ship" instead of "they launched the ship". After a while, I couldn't even look at the signs anymore. So my abba (for the newcomers to my journal, that's my dad) wrote me a draft of an email to the curator/director to see if they wanted me as a volunteer to rewrite the signs for them. We'll see what happens.
~ The director of camp must have her certificate of idiocy hidden somewhere, because even though we can't find it, it definitely exists. There's a girl at camp who's seriously allergic to peanuts, can't even breath the same air. Director goes to get challah bread and EVERY WEEk she gets bread that says QUITE CLEARLY that it contains traces of peanuts and tree nuts. HOW MUCH OF AN IDIOT CAN YOU BE?! She also bought popsicles that contained peanuts. And then she gets on her calm and reasonable voice when she's telling the parents that they have to check all the packaging on the food they send with their kids. She just makes me want to....GLARG!
~ I really want email. It's unhealthy how much I do.
~ I watched the pilot episode of Dark Angel. Michael Weatherly was hot. The flashbacks kinda freaked me out. I'm on the fence. Anyone have an opinion to push me over?