I'm here for you Areontas.
I've been more stressed than Areontas trying to write a ten thousand word essay. My mate texted me and asked why I called him a dumbass who'll never get into Uni, then rang up and went crazy at me, though I haven't said anything about him. Vodafone cut all my credit off, for aparently making a call lasting an hour and twenty three minutes when all I've done today is check my ballance, then I found out that lifting leotard I spent £46 on might not be allowed and that my membership isn't sorted two weeks away from the comp, and I'm meant to be revising for my exams in a week.
About an hour ago things got slightly better. My mate rang me and we've concluded it was a prank played my another mate, who we'll ask tommorow, vodafone refunded me my lost credit, the leotard is fine and just incase it isn't the person I rang is bringing a spare one for me, my membership will be OK and I have about five hours to get some revision done. That, my friends, was an epic turn around.