I’ve recently rediscovered Eggo waffles. Whenever I ate these as a kid, they reminded me of cardboard and were equally hard to cut. I bought a box of the strawberry ones the other day, though, and haven’t had any trouble with taste or hardness. They’re actually pretty good. In other syrupy news, Todd and I had our 11-month anniversary Tuesday. We didn’t do anything too special, other than eat O’Charley’s, because we’re saving up special stuff for St. Valentine’s and our 1-year. I’ll be fixing some kind of fish dinner for St. V’s. I had originally planned salmon but then found out Todd hates salmon so, ah, no salmon. I’ll use the following recipes: Grilled Salmon, Prosciutto Wrapped Asparagus, and Savory Herb Rice.

It turns out I did better on that discrete math test than I thought. I can’t remember if I mentioned it in here, but I was pretty worried about that thing. We hadn’t covered a few topics and I hadn’t figured them out on my own, but sure enough they showed up on the test. Then a few of the things for which I’d studied plenty, such as number conversion, didn’t show up. Anyway, I got a 29 on the test. “But wait,” you say, “I thought you said you did okay?” Yep: this guy’s grading scheme is wacky. The lower your score, the better you did; 0 is a perfect score, and he adds points for wrong answers. The average test score was 25, so I did slightly below average on it. I did get above average or at average on the assignments, though, so I’m feeling okay. I’ll have a biology test today, but I’m not worried about it at all in comparison to how I felt before the discrete math test. I’ll be bringing a DVD to my professor in there: we’ve been discussing the 1918 influenza pandemic and I emailed him that I have a PBS recording of The American Experience documentary on it. I offered to let him borrow it and he’s taking me up on it. He also reassured me that my big interest in biological disasters in history is not morbid, haha.

I’m going home to visit my parents this weekend. I’ll also be bringing home a lot of crap; since moving from my big apartment into this studio apartment, I’ve had to become more of a space miser. I have several books, some bedding stuff, a few bags/purses, big Rubbermaid storage boxes, and who knows what else. I’ll get it all sorted out this evening in between doing homework and cleaning house.