I've heard you can wish on shooting stars, and eyelashes, and the tips of pie.
On my 20th birthday, surrounded by friends and cake and dirty dishes and wine glasses and laughter, I wished for the one thing I wanted most in the world. I watched the sparkler on my cake burn out, and I wished as hard as I could. You can probably guess what it's for, and yes, it was a really lame wish.
I don't care. It came true.
Soon, if I'm human, I'll start to wish for something else.