Warp: Your mom never falls for the "I'm too sick to go to school" line because she knows you're lying.

Wish: That flamingo-gay men videos were not what the guy next to me (a close acquaintance, let's say, since I don't claim him as a friend) likes to play.

Warp: Instead it's the world's hardest game- the music drives you insane. I pity you.

Wish: There was no such thing as a Warp.

Granted.

Wish: Extension cords were approved by the Rulebook of the Serial Killer so I could use them to strangle the people who leave them lying all over the place.

Warp: they all come back to life and then strangle you........... (the living dead)

Wish: that there was no such thing as money so we wouldn't have to pay for education or have to go to work or anything.

Warp: People are illiterate, uneducated and have no weighs for power, so violence, theft and poverty rule the world.

Wish: Wishes were blue.

Warp: Granted, but you're colorblind and you see them as yellow.

Wish: That beggars would ride.

Warp: They ride eachother.

Wish: I was not ill.

Warp: You're fully sick, bro; punks and boy-bands stalk you in hopes of finding a brush to fame.

Wish: My metronome actually worked.

Warp: It finally works after you steal mine and replace yours with it. I track you down, slaughter you, put your head on a stake, and nail it to the top of your school's flagpole.

Wish: That I could track someone down, slaughter him/her, put his/her head on a stake, and nail the stake to the top of a flagpole.

Warp: You could, but someone pats you on the head and you decide not to.

Wish: My were lucious.

Warp: The Gramatical Gods floating far above smite you for making sentences so hard to understand.

Wish: Someone would pat me on the head.

Warp: A creepy old man does while offering you candy.

Wish: A creepy old man would do that to me.

Warp: Your mummy told you not to talk to strangers...

Wish: What's for lunch? Food?

Warp: It's gypsum.

Wish: Cafeterias had a good food selection.

Warp: These 'good foods' are just the same old crap with weirder and healthier names.

Wish: Akuroku. And ten more minutes on the computer.

Warp: Those ten minutes are spent reading a very juicy Akuroku, but your ten minutes are up right before the orgasm. :P

Wish: Indian handprints in silver adorned my dorm.

Warp: You never get the chance to appreciate them properly, since lately all you've been able to recognize in hand-prints are those red ones in the toilets that look remarkably like blood...

Wish: And so Juice lived happily ever RikuSora after.

Warp: No Akuroku

wish: that this computer would be faster.........

Warp: You can never catch it as it runs away.

Wish: Computer programmers sprung out of the earth fully formed.

Warp: You never get the chance to appreciate them properly, since lately all you've been able to recognize in hand-prints are those red ones in the toilets that look remarkably like blood...

XD There's a red handprint on the wall of the study room on my hall that looks remarkably like blood.

oh, FUNNY! sorta...

Warp: you never get to use computers for the rest of your life.

Wish: The other computer worked perfectly.

Warp: There's still no AkuRoku.

Wish: When I use the highlight thing, it would actually work...

Warp: The green glow is caused by the aliens, not the highlight feature.

Wish: Wordcount was higher.

Warp: Story quality's lower.

Wish: No homework.

Warp: Lack of homework is caused by your live burial, which means that you cannot physically get to/turn in any of your homework and thus have no homework.

Wish: FFNet looked the same...

Warp: You never get to go on again... never.

Wish: That I already perfected the two dances for tomorrow. That I could do it perfectly. without counting, without music, and without watching someone out of the corner of my eye. I'm so pathetic..........

Warp: You've perfected the dances to your bones, but excess nerves from thinking about it so much mean you stuff up the first bar in.

Wish: This had never happened to me in a clarinet grading exam, not once.

Warp: this happens when you are doing a solo in a concert

Wish: That my second dance wasn't the last one (It was the only one I did the splits in! Besides, I wanted to watch the other dances too)

warp: your second dance didn't happen at all: your first onbe was the last one

wish: that hormanes didn't hit so hard

Warp: You don't have hormones at all.

Wish: I had fingernails.

warp; your fingernails become so long that you can no longer do any thing with them.

wish: that the boys at my school were better looking

Warp: They become stuck-up assholes.

Wish: Someone would write my essays for me.

Warp: It's your teacher, and it's any essay on Why Don't You Write Your Own Essays Anymore, Missy?

Wish: I COULD SPEAK IN ALL CAPS.

Warp: PEOPLE GET ANNOYED BECAUSE YOU DO IT WAY TOO OFTEN!

Wish: I could find all the anime I ever wanted on one site

Warp: You find it, then you lose it. That is the way of life.

Oh I wish: I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair. *Sings*

((Question: Are you guys just wishing anything now? Not necessarily MR?))

((Yep.))

Warp: the flowers have a poisonous fungus on their stamens, which causes your death.

Wish: I hadn't assumed shear stress was spelled wrong earlier on wikipedia. (I had to go back and reverse-edit it.)

Warp: You switched "Assume" to "Assoom" and didn't realize that it was spelled right in the first place.

Wish: HUHLU! My friends wouldn't ignore me... at all.

Warp: The friends you are referring to aren't the implied forum-goer-is-us friends but real-life friends you never actually had. They annoy you to death and your ghost is forced to live undercover in the ugly, greasy slums of new Hskjfbkvbk, thus forever thwarting your childhood dream of becoming an internationally famous model.

Wish: Internationally famous models were brought up as ghosts in ugly, greasy slums anyway.

Gasp!!!! How did you know that my childhood dream was to become an internationally famous model?!?!?! I mean, I know you just can't resist these gorgeous curls of mine.

Warp: You end up being one of them.

Wish: I had my best friend back.

Warp: She's an internationally famous model, and acts like it. Need I say more?

Wish: I was a Mary Sue.

Warp: POO-RADE! POO-RADE!!!!!! *claps gleefully*

Wish:I had an EA CD that works.

Granted: But Sam comes back as talking, drag queen, cat that only wants Fang because he's so much taller than himself.

Wish: I wish that Iggy would get his sight back in the next Maximum Ride book.

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