Flight Cancelled...

So I'm sitting here at the airport waiting for the bus and I figured it'd be a good time to blog. I am feeling that weird sensation of excitement-even-though-nothing-special-is-happening because my flight was cancelled due to ice on the runway at the destination and I'm staying another night at home. Well, okay, that is special, but I don't feel like I should feel this excited. x) Now I hafta "be responsible" and email all my professors and the dorm dean that I won't be around tomorrow. Oh dear, and there was homework I was supposed to turn in tomorrow. Perhaps I can email it to them. Ah, I am looking forward to sleeping another night in my own room! The silence of home is something you really don't appreciate until you live in a dorm. Is this a place where I'm supposed to tell stories? Is that what makes a blog interesting? I am not very good at thinking up stories or describing my life's events in a manner that is entertaining. Oh look, there's the bus. Gotta go!