Oops.. lost a week or two

I haven't written lately, mostly because not much has been going on. Just my usual school/home routine. This is my last week of Summer classes. My instructor finished both of her lectures today, so there's no class tomorrow (which gives me a chance to do some serious studying.) Finals are on Thursday and then I'm done. If I get A's on both of my remaining finals there's a good chance I can 4.0 in all three of my classes, so I'm aiming for that. This week we have had some interesting topics of discussion.. one day in my Sexuality class we even watched some porn clips. Very interesting.My brother mentioned to me that he hates it when I talk to people about him, so after this entry I will probably be mentioning him very little, or not at all. On Friday he went in for jaw surgery. I was scared for him, and he was a little nervous, but not doing as bad as I would have been in his place. We drove downtown and went through the pre-op procedure and then sat in the waiting room. The surgery lasted two hours, and he was then in recovery for one hour. After that they moved him to his room for the night, and my parents, myself, and his girlfriend all went up to see him. He was doing pretty good, still drowsy. His face and lips were really swollen and he had an icepack on his head/face. It was kind of cute though.. he had a tube in his nose for oxygen, and after he fell asleep he was snoring with the tube in his nose. Kind of weird.We left at 9:30 that night and returned at 7:45 the next morning. Checked him out at about 11:30. He said during the night he had nice nurses, except for one rude one that ripped the icepack off of his head and just made a lot of noise in his room. He had to use the bathroom around 1 am, but instead of calling the bitch nurse he said he just moved his tray, got out of bed, and dragged his IV behind him to the bathroom. Once we got him home we propped him up on the couch. In order to eat he had to squirt liquid into his mouth with a needle that has a plastic tip on the end. By the end of the day he was eating soft foods like applesauce and could even sip from a cup. I was pretty amazed. So.. he's just been sitting on the couch watching movie after movie. Swelling has gone down a lot. His woman is over here every day babying him. She had a procedure done on her foot today, so when I got home from class there were two little patients sitting in my family room.My dad finally wrote to State Farm (::coughcoughgag::) complaining about the service we received and the amount charged for car insurance. Our agent sent a letter back that basically said "sorry sorry sorry", but that's all bs and doesn't change anything now, does it? So I plan on writing complaint letters of my own, and mailing them off to the appropriate agencies. I get so sick of these companies ripping people off, especially when they've been "valued clients" for 25 years and no one in the family has any accidents or tickets. Little goody goody drivers.. and in the end does it matter? No. Because insurance companies don't care AT ALL about the health or well-being of their customers.I get so sick of drivers acting like shitheads. Cutting me off, pulling out in front of me. Yesterday I was waiting to turn onto 99 and some bitch pulled out from behind me and went around, when our lane has to wait because the opposite lane has the right away. I was like fucking bitch.. I wanted to go ram into her car. I am really, really irritated with driving and cars and people.Lately the weather hasn't been too great. Not the usual Summer we experience around here. Kind of medium temps and clouds. Blah. So much for my tan. ;PB is doing okay.. just moving along. Things aren't great with him, but they've been worse. Yesterday we were talking about schools and where he would transfer up here, so I'm going to try and send some school catalogs for him to look at. I always feel like he isn't be taken very good care of, so I try and take the best care of him I can. It just sucks that I can't do the mommy/homemaker thing yet and fuss over everything.*Pay more. Expect less. State Farm.*