September 11th

No class this morning, which was a relief since it gave me an extra hour to sleep in. Unfortunately my morning was spen at the library trying to add credit onto my phone. I discovered, after too long, that my SIM card is indeed registered but that I have none of the information about the account. I suppose that I may have more information in my room, though I'm not certain. What I am sure of is that my Dad is the one who's name they know and who somewhere, probably through a third party company, has an account that is able to refill my minutes. I did try customer service only to find that you stay forever on hold. I will try again later but I am growing very tired of trying to solve the problem since I have had no avail with anything relating to it. On another note I did deposit some money in my LCL, a French bank system, account which acts as an insurance claim on my dorm room. That is very good indeed. I also have my train ticket for Paris tomorrow. The only unfortunate part is that our train leaves at 6:30am! Why does the world want to tarnish my life with mornings? I truly am pessimistic to be upset about a trip Paris on the basis that the departure time is torture. This was Paula's idea since she wants to spend as much time in Paris as possible. I can/will sleep on the train and was promised that we would do coffee runs. I guess that cancels out the negative, but I do feel a little bad for Paula and Kate. I am not known for being a wonderful person in the morning, my family refers to me as the exorcist child, and they will have the pleasure of experiencing it firsthand. I suppose that the friendship will be tested. I really am that bad. Time to pack, until the morning.