Granted, but you've become deaf. I wish I didn't have to read The Bluest Eye.

Granted, but you do have to write a 200 page report on it. :D I wish I could find the rest of the eggs. (Yes, I still do egg hunt. Because it's HARD when my dad does it!)

Granted, but they're already in your house being eaten (I assume you didn't mean plastic eggs). I wish older members of my family didn't make me want to strangle them.

Granted, younger members do, and so you do and go to jail for being a child abuser. Bad you. I wish that my bacon omelette had ben smaller. Actually, I wish I knew what was going through Virginia's head when she decided that she was going to buy me a stuffed bunny in a fluffy pink purse-nest with really fake pearl handles. It burns my eyes.

Granted! You now know everything that goes trough Virginia's head and it drives you crazy. I wish I could write a good fanfic in English.

Granted, but all your readers speak Spanish. I wish I could run into Manu Ginobili or Fabricio Oberto at the grocery store as often as my mother seems to.

Granted. They try to kill you. I wish I could find that thing for global.

Granted, but it turns out that it is no longer needed and you spent hours searching for no reason. I wish this portfolio was done.

Granted. You choose to leave it unfinished. It's done, but there was a lot more your teacher wanted to see on it. I wish I could travel without the family going ballistic on me - I have my five spots already selected (well, six if you include a trip to Edinburgh).

Granted, but it's only because they go with you. Everywhere. I wish I could figure out a way to go to Cardiff, LA, London, Tennessee, and NYC without my parents coming with me.

Granted. You're abducted by your fellow mods. But, as nice as it sounds, we make you cook for us and clean the hotel rooms we all take. I wish this graphics file I'm playing with wouldn't keep crashing, or at least Firefox wouldn't be running at such a high memory usage.

Granted, but when you go to save it, it won't save. But you don't know that, so when you go to look for it, you can't find it and have to start all over again. I wish I could understand what people who ship the Sonic Screwdriver/TARDIS would call themselves Screwtards. (And why they would ship Sonic Screwdriver/TARDIS in the first place...)

Granted. Because they're Cybermen and Daleks standing outside your home. Okay, maybe too scary, but as I just saw Harold Saxon kiss Lucy Saxon, my adrenaline is up. I wish that my imagination didn't make me as scared of the Master (seeing we're on DW wishes).

Granted, it makes you scared of seeing the Doctor, Martha, Jack, the TARDIS, and everything else except the Master. I wish that I had the Doctor Who S3 DVDs right now.

Granted, but they're all scratched. I wish I could take a nap.