Last night the drama llama visited at my house and decided to show itself. It really has nothing to do with my family (surprisingly), but with an Uncle and myself. OK, so it is family, but not the usual crew.

First off, he was <strong>drunk</strong>. That always has a little something to do with drama, especially if you're a <strong>mean</strong> drunk. The night (when my Uncle arrived) started off fine, and in fact came with our neighbors (who my family and I miss, and yes, we get close to our neighbors) calling and having us check on their hunting dogs. After Courtney, Hannah and I sunk our feet in mud three-feet deep, and got shit-infested paws dragged over us, we made it out alive and once back inside, split up. I decided to play around with my not-working script (bitch) while they watched TV and then went off to Hannah's room.

About 8/9-ish, my Uncle started getting nasty with everybody (like yelling in their face, giving his opinion when <em>not wanted</em>, ect) and I tried to avoid him. When I told him while he was bragging that he couldn't pick me up (despite him being 300+ and buff; I know, stupid, stupid Tess) he chased me into the hall and corned me. That pissed me off royally, and so I hid and Hannah's room to eat. Later, I went into my Dad's room and asked why he was so angry. He and my other two Uncle's explained he was shit-faced and had a bad day at work. I accepted this and left. Not five minutes after that, he <em>told</em> me to "drink to Rob's memory!" (Rob, who is my deceased brother.) When I said a very a calm and <em>direct</em> "No," he insisted, and proceeded to corner me once again. Let's review what you don't do to me, much less to anyone else:

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<li>Upon giving one of his "opinions," he told me I was in my own little world <em>and</em> hinted that I wasn't a good "kid". First off, I'm far from that, and second if I was, I wouldn't of been out there to hear about it. Second, I don't do drugs or drink, I don't party, and I clean the house <em>everyday</em> without question. <em>I'm sorry, but what the fuck were you doing at that age?</em></li>
<li>Tell me do something I don't want to do, and then insist on it after I said a very firm "No."</li>
<li><em>Tell</em> me to drink. I do not remember my brother with alcohol. I might remember him through loud techno music that made my parents cringe, remember him using my Mom's expensive peppermint shampoo on his private parts and definitely remember him being the artist that he was. But I WILL NOT remember him through a drink.</li>
<li>Corner me not once, but twice.</li>
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I ran to my Dad, which he of course mocked, and told my Dad (OK, I was yelling) that I was sick and tired of his drunk ass, and he needed to stop. My Dad simply shruffed and said calmly, "OK." When my drunk-all-the-time-it-seems Uncle mockingly said, "What do you want me to do." I said, "Fucking leave. Get the hell out of MY house." Of course, he did the whole drunk dramatic thing: "You want me to leave? YOU WANT ME TO LEAVE? FINE! I'll leave! No, no, [insert random person here], she wants me to leave, I'm fucking out. I'M OUT!"

And the end. It was very shaky for me (that is the most angry I've been in a long time), but the drama ended there. Courtney, Hannah and I watched Fool's Gold with my other Uncle, who happens to be staying till the end of the weekend, and then I stayed up till some ungodly hour for them to return my laptop to me.

Off topic, I found this lovely function <samp>array_map</samp>. Why I didn't find this sooner, I don't know, but I am glad I did. I was having a hard time with the <samp>foreach</samp> function applying <samp>htmlentities</samp> to arrays, and <samp>array_map</samp> did this for me. And when that didn't work, I made my own function. Wooh!

Also, I think I will definitely gather my script and "beta test" it in various places. It's a public script, and the only errors I have found are by myself, and I know this can't be good. Here's to a long weekend of cleaning, fixing up Grandma's house and beta testing. WIN.