A pop-tart kinda day

I've been home for a couple of days, feeling a little under the weather, but still managing to enjoy morning runs with my parents, yummy salads for breakfast, little grocery trips here and there, a nice Sunday service in Philly, another visit to that pho place I mentioned the other day, reading six or seven books at once, washing dishes with my mom, making cheesy spice cornbread muffins and lentil soup, and other small things that I'll surely miss when school starts again, like eating a pop-tart for lunch. 

I rang in my birthday at the Hillsong United concert with my friends and 40,000 other people as we sang worship songs together.  Since it's during winter break and usually celebrated with family in Mexico, I kinda wondered what it would be like to be with tons of people on my birthday, but it never really went past a mild curiosity because I knew that all the attention would make me feel really uncomfy.  So this was perfect.