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Growing up I always wanted to be a vampire. I already had the fangs naturally, liked the ferrous taste of blood, hated the sunlight, and preferred to be up at night than during the day. The ability to dominate others was very alluring too.

As I’ve matured though, I have grown to prefer lycans over vampires. Watching New Moon tonight, they got so many things wrong about both, but they did capture one thing that I find attractive about lycans, and that is the pack. Having a brotherhood to run with is one of the most attractive things to me right now. Vamps are solitary by nature, but a wolf bonds with his pack in ways that vampires never could.

Tang is on Day 19 of NaNoWriMo today on her birthday and she’s at 33,753 words which puts her ahead of schedule to complete the 50,000 words by the end of the month. I’m so impressed with her progress as well as everyone who can do this. I write, but I dry up when I’ve got to hit a deadline. When I tried this a couple years ago, I didn’t write a single word for NaNoWriMo, and here Tang writes 1,900 words on her birthday. So here are my wishes for her for the coming year:

May her creative muses never hide from her, especially when she wants to work on her secret little art project. May she figure out if she needs to see the physiotherapist or if she can just start running again. And may she clean the house one room at a time and keep it clean once she has it clean.

Here in the States turning 21 is the last of the important birthdays, at least until you turn the age you need to turn to collect Medicare (which is no longer 65 across the board, but is extended later and later the younger you are). At 21, you are finally legally an adult with all the rights afford to adulthood (including those that you didn’t get when you turned 18 and could die for our country but still can’t buy a beer). Still just because you’re now an adult doesn’t mean you feel like one or know what you’re going to do with your life. Heck I’m double that age and I still don’t feel like an adult. So here are my wishes for this 43er for the coming year:

May she rock her first semester on her way to completing her BA. May she live passionately but also respect those around her by letting them finish their sentences. And may she surround herself with positive people who will want to volunteer alongside her.