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Post by naoise on Mar 9, 2008 6:08:16 GMT -5
you become so awesome people are unable to speak to you. ever.
I wish I was super sexy!
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Post by alba on Mar 9, 2008 6:47:46 GMT -5
You are. Or at least, you think you are.
I wish I wasn't so fucking hungry!
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Post by naoise on Mar 9, 2008 22:12:54 GMT -5
you aren't, ever - and end up in a coma due to starvation
I wish I knew everything already!
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Post by Trey on Mar 10, 2008 3:03:35 GMT -5
lol, silly people wanting to be me(awesome, not knowing everything)
Wish granted, now you're bored, and people hate you for being a know-it-all.
I wish I wasn't suddenly being scheduled on weekends.
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Post by alba on Mar 10, 2008 5:13:44 GMT -5
You aren't, you're being scheduled 24-hour shifts!
I wish I didn't have to go to a lecture soon for which I have yet to read the book.
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Post by Aindel on Mar 10, 2008 11:25:22 GMT -5
You don't, but now you're stuck in MY lecture about Canadian Theatre History, where the prof goes off on tangents about the other plays the playwright of the week had written, and he likes to repeat himself. You're now utterly bored out of your mind.
I wish I had a ridiculous amount of money for every time my professor mentions Bill Glasco.
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Post by alba on Mar 10, 2008 12:01:39 GMT -5
You do. But it's a ridiculous NEGATIVE amount of money.
I wish it wasn't pissing down.
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Post by starvingartist on Mar 10, 2008 12:20:03 GMT -5
It isn't -- the rain has stopped, but you're flooded.
I wish I didn't have a headache.
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Post by Clover on Mar 10, 2008 13:03:19 GMT -5
Wish granted.
You no longer have headaches--you have cramps.
I wish my assignments would do themselves, cause this is fucking ricockulous.
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Post by alba on Mar 10, 2008 13:38:54 GMT -5
They do, but get shite marks.
I wish I was going to the Union to play pool tonight. I haven't played pool with the guys I normally play with in nearly a month.
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Post by Clover on Mar 10, 2008 14:04:00 GMT -5
OH MY GOD ALBA DON'T CURSE ME~E!
Wish granted. You go, play pool, get distracted by an attractive person of your preferred gender, take the shot....
And rip the shit out of the pool table. In front of this cutie.
I wish my elbows didn't hurt. Its so damn random.
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Post by alba on Mar 10, 2008 14:14:08 GMT -5
They don't. Your fingers hurt instead.
I'm absolute rubbish at pool, as all my friends know (when I came back after our holiday after exams, my friend wanted to play me because he was sick of losing).
I wish I didn't have to wash my plate from breakfast.
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Post by Clover on Mar 10, 2008 14:18:22 GMT -5
Oh man, the irony. (I have bone tumors concentrated in my hands, and have had surgery to remove them. So my hands actually DO hurt. >XD) And yeah, I suck at pool; can't even hit the little balls.
However, YOUR WISH IS GRANTED.
You do not need to wash your plate. You just leave it.
It grows disgusting mold, and becomes so repulsive you eventually have to throw it out.
I wish... that I had not tweaked myself out on caffeine to write this essay.
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Post by alba on Mar 10, 2008 14:28:07 GMT -5
You haven't. Instead you're so doped up on caffeine that you're bouncing on the walls.
I swear that pool balls are sentient. You hit the cue ball in a straight line and out of spite it refuses to hit the bloody ball at which it is aimed. I once had a cluster of my balls around a pocket, and should have hit at least one if not more into the pocket, and the cue ball bounced over them all and landed in the pocket.
I wish that I didn't have to read A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland.
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Post by starvingartist on Mar 10, 2008 15:27:21 GMT -5
You don't.
You have to read a history of ethnography.
I wish they made sugarfree cream soda. I crave so hardcore. XD
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