Over React Much?

So I've gotten to page 120 on my story (that's 84 pages in three weeks just so you know), I'm supposed to get a raise, mom and I are getting along, three of my essays have passed in English, I heard the Hippo song (I've been waiting since Christmas music started) aaaaaaand Ryan says "It's on, and I'm not going to take an easy on you either." He's going to play Monopoly with me. It's been a good month so far.
Just as I was checking my e-mail, to see (though I didn't think she'd e-mail me) if my teacher e-mailed me about my last two papers, Andrew called. He was asking me for a favor as I was scanning through the e-mail from my teacher and then it said "you passed with flying colors". I may or may not have screamed into his ear...he thought something was wrong and was like, "Blanky (no name) what's wrong? Did you crash? Did you crash the car? What's going on? Are you okay?" Then I had a full on panic attack and was like, "I have to let you go because I'm about to cry, so yeah...I'll pick you up." And then I hung up, screamed again and hugged my sister before crying...I was worried okay? I was freaking and thinking that I wasn't going to pass so it was a big relief. My sister's response? "Don't get my hoodie all wet or I swear." Well boo to you too sis, boo to you too.