hate doesn't even begin to cover it...

you know how some people are really passionate about things in life? like some people are all about the environment, you know, the whole anti-global warming thing. some people are anti-abortion, other people are anti-tobacco, etc. well today, i discovered my passion in life. i am anti-BYU bookstore. i hate the BYU bookstore with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. with every fiber of my being. more than anything that i could possibly imagine on this entire planet. more than any words could possibly express. i hate the BYU bookstore.

first of all, they sell books that are ridiculously overpriced. they consciously condone the taking advantage of poor college students. and you know, they probably laugh about it when they go home at night and report back to satan.

so after they rob you blind at the beginning of the semester, then they take your dignity by forcing you to to crawl back to them on sell-back days. they give you a false hope by putting up posters promising rewards, so you wait in lines longer than the great wall of china with the tantalizing thought that you just might get back a percentage of what you paid for those little tools of the adversary they call textbooks. once you get to the end of the line and finally make it to a register, you can just see the looks of joy in their eyes when they pick through your pile book by book, rejecting each one ("no sorry, we're not buying back THIS one this semester...") until they get down to the very last (and thinnest) paperback book and say with glee, "we'll give you $9 for this one." gee THANKS bookstore, nine dollars is REALLY going to help me out with college expenses. it was TOTALLY worth waiting in this epic line to get nine lousy dollars back for a book that originally cost $30! out of 8 textbooks that i lugged to the bookstore (each one worth $25 or more), they deigned to buy back two.

but this is really the cherry on top. the icing on the cake. i have this ginormous humanities book entitled "culture and values." approximately 700 pages and the weight of a small african child, this glossy color-photo textbook cost upwards of $90. when i first purchased it from the bookstore, it was just that: a textbook. no CD included, no supplementary text, nothing. just a no-frills textbook. imagine my excitement when i finished up my humanities final and realized that i could finally get rid of the accompanying literature! i thought i was shoo-in for at least $30, so when i get up to the register, my jaw hit the floor when the saleswoman said, "i'm sorry, we can't buy this one back without the CD."
excuse me?
me: "but there wasn't a CD with it when i bought it... from this bookstore."
saleswoman (possibly employed by satan): "i know, but we can't buy it back without the cd."
me: "but you SOLD it to me WITHOUT the cd."
saleswoman: "sorry."

and then i experienced my first rage black-out. i may or may not have killed three people, threw various fruit items, and/or set a section of the bookstore on fire. after leaving the bookstore, i called my friend caroline who's in the same class with the same book and proceeded to rant about this pervasive evil, and she told me about how she sold back her textbook just fine yesterday without any cd or any problems. that's when my second rage black-out happened.

i will be going back to the bookstore (aka HELL) and i will politely request to speak to management. i have a bone to pick with them.