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They overcharge. This is actually a legitimate complaint. I was forced to buy a book there last semester because I couldn’t find the damn thing anywhere else, and failed to order it online with enough leeway to get it on time. So I grabbed it, paid for it, and on a whim, peeled off the barcode sticker on the back. Guess what? The price printed on the book itself was less than the price they charged me. Not by too much, but tell me, what is the freaking point of tacking on nearly four extra dollars to the cover price? Shit, the sign with what they charged for the used copies (which they didn’t have any of) was about the same price if I had found a brand-spanking new copy at Borders. Just one more way to milk the students dry. And when you try to sell them back, they might give you five bucks for a book you paid fifty for. And then they sell them as used for forty-five. Bastards.

One tactic of not spending any money is to try and get the library’s copy, but they usually only have one, and someone else is always faster to grab it than you. And since the main library sustained serious flood damage from the last big rain, it has become a less than reliable source. Oh, and the news say that another big fucking storm with 60 mph winds is on its way, and I have no idea if anything was done to prevent the campus from flooding again, so I don’t have much hope for the library.

(Oh, and for any of you out there who wants to know why I don’t volunteer to help clean out the library to help get it running faster–no thanks. The flood went through the bio-med buildings and all the biohazard warnings surrounding the place makes me less than confident about contamination. It doesn’t help that at least one of the workers got leptospirosis, a potentially fatal disease. I didn’t quit smoking to get cut down by some bacteria. If that makes me a selfish bitch, so be it.)

Back to my rant. No more money for the Bookstore from me. I got some Border giftcards for Christmas, and plan to get next semester’s books with them.

And at the end of the semester, sell ‘em to directly to other students (for a reasonable price), and cut the Bookstore the hell out of the equation. Take that!

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Follow my logic.

I normally wear jeans and a band t-shirt with no makeup and boots that are on their ninth life. However, my boyfriend asked me on behalf of his boss if I could come in to their store and help out during the holidays. Sure. But that meant that I had to wear professional clothing. Shoes (courtesy of Payless), hose, nice dress, makeup. So for once I looked like a grown-up. And got treated as one–as in this gal is old enough to buy a bottle of wine, no need to card her.

There. I don’t look thirty. Just respectable. Oh, hell. That’s worse, isn’t it?

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Today at 7:30 a.m. I took my last final of the semester. And this one was a doozy. This is probably the first time I’ve ever taken nearly the entire two hours allotted for the test. The scary thing is, I wasn’t the last one in the room. In a class of about 15 or so people, about eight of them were still writing furiously when I left.

One woman in there made me crazy. Oh yeah, the people around her too. Her CELL PHONE went OFF. In a classroom. During a final. In an upper division course. Is it so hard to make sure it is off or at least on silent? And instead of reaming her sideways with a copy of Don Quijote, the teacher let it slide. And THAT just encouraged her to make a joke about it, and the people around her (including one chick I really can’t stand) whispered comments and giggles. WTF?

I’m betting the prof didn’t do anything about the whispers because she is completely deaf in one ear, and has problems with the other one. She had to have heard the cell phone though–a blast of Beethoven shrieking from the bag would have been noticed by a dead man.

My problem is that this is college, people. I do not spend my money to have morons like her and her little gang distract me from my finals. I get enough crap like that when I’m trying to study. So I cleared my throat like I had a massive loogie lodged in there, and stared at them. They shut up.

At least classes are over now. Until January tenth, that is. Erk.

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First of all, those stupid kids. “Silly rabbit–Trix are for kids!” What the hell? This teaches kids that it’s okay to be elitist and is a ringing endorsement for mocking those who have less than you have. Okay. That rabbit tried to steal their cereal. Fine. Call the cops and report him for harassment. Don’t go nah nah nah, we got it, it’s ours, and THINGS like you don’t get any. Fucken speciesists. I want to scream at the screen GIVE THE FUCKEN RABBIT SOME GODDAMN CEREAL.

And the rabbit. If he can afford all this equiptment for cereal-stealing projects, what the hell is stopping him from going to the store and buying his own box? Kerist, he must have spent thousands over the years and could have bought enough Trix to feed a small country by now. And if those shit eating kids try to take it away from him, hell, he could get their asses put in juvie for animal cruelty.

Shit, this is just like the Coyote could have mailed for an ACME ten course dinner. Or hired a sharpshooter to take out the Roadrunner if he is that freaken obsessive over that flightless bird.

Okay. A little off track. But if I ever get into a Looney Tunes rant, remind me to flush that little Tweety fucker down the toilet.

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So go read a book. It doesn’t have to be Terry Pratchett (although I highly recommend him, in case you haven’t noticed) but read something. Even the paper. Even the back of shampoo bottles while sitting on the toilet. Anything. Just don’t lose the ability to read, ’cause believe me, after taking all English courses this past semester I’ve realized that only about five percent of new students can read a freaken book. So go out there and do it.

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