16th August 2009

I understand that the way I am prohibits me from partaking in certain activities. Almost simple things like going to sleep when the sun goes down, and entering religious buildings I leave to my human form. Her thoughts are in my head, so the experiences are as true as false can be, but will still never be the real thing. Hollywood has given us stereotypes, and I am unlike those who deny those stereotypes. I accept them, for about nine tenths of them are true. We do transform, we do hate garlic, we do drink blood, we do not go into the sun, we do attack unassuming and innocent mortals for their blood. However, I must protest against some of those rather, ludicrous assumptions. Never in my wildest dreams would I dream of sleeping in coffins exclusively. I might enjoy the novelty once in a blue moon but to do so every day would be a deathwish. Not that I am not already dead.