You have much less homework to do, but as a result, you never learn anything of use in school, and therefore no one wants to hire you. You never get a good job, and bounce around from garbage truck company to garbage truck company, and die alone after succumbing to a decades-long battle with emphysema.

On that note, I wish I had a job.

Mass Effect 3 is released today, but, to your surprise and frustration, the team from BioWare outsourced it to the team that made the original E.T. on Atari 2600.

I wish for absolutely nothing. (HA! Try and turn that one around!)

Granted, but then your parent sign you up in ballet class.

I wish, My Novel become a best Seller!

So many people join that the moderators are unable to make sure that all of their posts are legitimate and the website is overwhelmed by people posting with nothing to say and countless spam bots. Soon the webserver is overstressed with all the activity and the internet blows up.

I wish I had my dream gaming computer.

Everybody dies, rendering the entire human population at peace.

I wish for my wish not to be granted.

You begin a tour on a different ship.

I wish I could think of a decent wish.

You gain your choice of these superpowers:
1. You gain the strength of ten thousand men . . . when you're asleep.
2. You gain the ability to teleport across distances of approximately three inches at a time.
3. You involuntarily shatter all glass you look at.


I wish I hadn't sold my PSP. :'(

Granted, you become the greatest video game programmer in the history of the universe but you make an AI that not only kills you, but is planning on destroying mankind, making every human in the world hate you even after your death.

I wish to live eternally, and never get bored of life.

School Is Out!  It was really worried at first but soon discovers it has a lot of caring, supportive friends.  School finally starts to feel a lot better about itself.  School slowly transitions over the years from nervousness, and apprehension to a wild partying School before finally settling down and getting back to who it really is.  School reads a lot of philosophy and does some volunteer work and just gets comfortable being itself.  One day, on a solo vacation to Italy it finds that special something and they settle down together.  

Oh and you still have plenty of homework.  

 

I wish that everyone in the world decided to put aside their differences and work together to make living great for everyone without devestating the population, nature, the space-time continuum or resorting to soylent products.  

Your wish is granted, and time instantly fast-forwards around you in a wild, incomprehensible blur of people, places, events. From your perspective, this effect only lasts a moment before time slows once again. The next day, you begin to piece together the events of the last 2 and a half months. You are horrified to learn that you lived more in those 8 weeks than most do in a lifetime. You climbed everest. You wrote a novel. You visited all 7 continents. You learned to speak several foreign languages. Finally, you fell in love with a beautiful woman you met at a bar in Argentina. Her name was Amaris, and she was a treasure hunter. Together, the two of you discovered an aztec ruin, and escaped from a columbian crime syndicate. In the end Amaris betrayed you, and stole the backpack which contained your half of the aztec gold... and the only existing map to the secret temple's location...

You'll always remember Amaris and the adventures you had... except you won't. You don't remember anything that has happened since you made that wish. What's more, you are in debt. Deep debt. It seems that in addition to draining your life-savings to pay for treasure-hunting equipment, first-class air travel, and the services of a sherpa, you also took up gambling. You may have been successful at everything else while you were unconscious, but you still sucked at gambling.

I wish I was more musical.

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Your wish is granted. You become an international musical sensation, nearly everyone adores you and you are blessed with virtually limitless fame and wealth. To delve into deeper and more mysterious realms of music and poetry, you start taking drugs. Lots of drugs. You live just long enough to see your popularity and adoring fan base collapse; along with your face and name stamped on nearly every anti-drug advertisement in the nation, and you become an example to kids of what not to be. At least you're still famous.

I wish I didn't have flat feet.