Granted. You go into a coma and never have to (or can) do anything ever again. I wish I had written the serial number for my copy of 'sims 2 pets' on the CD like I did with every other game I've ever gotten.

Granted but the CD is corrupted. I wish I understood Principal Component Analysis.

Granted. But you forget why you wanted to understand it and then forget about it. I wish my vacation was longer.

Granted. Welcome to the never-ending vacation that is unemployment! I wish for a snow day tomorrow.

I'm already unemployed. Never had a job. (13, remember?) Granted, but your house gets buried in 5 feet of snow and you can't get out. I wish I could stop obsessing over the game I want.

Granted. You start obsessing over House instead. Even more than normal to the point of going to the set and demanding they make action figures. Actually, that would be cool. I wish I could get rid of this sinus infection without drugs.

Granted. You make a pact with the devil- he gets rid of your infection and you give him your soul. I wish I could pay attention to things I'm not interested in for more than ten minutes (things like all my classes, whatever my mom is talking about, sports, cars on the road about to mow me down, etc)

Granted, but you can't pay attention to things that interest you. (But then they don't interest you, so you pay attention to them too and your head explodes.) I wish I could stop eating Rice Krispies.

Granted. You start eating Corn Pops instead. I wish paradoxes weren't so damn confusing.

Granted, but now you have to do something that's even more confusing. I wish I could stop hacking my lungs out.

Granted. You have my sinus infection instead. I wish I was just that cool. Or the Master on Doctor Who. Either one really (headache medicine about to knock me out).

Granted, but everyone wants you to help them be cool, so you are surrounded bu uncool people, and other people associate you with them. I wish I didn't have to go to school tomorrow.

Grantd, you dropout and no are the cover story in Time Magazine about teenage dropouts I wish my back would stop huting all the damn time

Granted. Your back is fine but you suddenly shrink to the size of an action figure and someone pops you in the microwave. I wish I was ten years younger.

Granted. But, it's done in increments of ten. Enjoy kindergarten! I wish I didn't have to go to class today.