Barred...

So I'm currently barred from the library. Seriously.

When I moved to New York I requested a change of address from the post office. I wanted my mail to come directly to my aunts house instead of going all the way to South Carolina.

But since things didn't work out to well there, I changed my address back to my moms. Now that I pay rent in the new digs, I should have changed my address (again). But I don't want to do that until I have a place of my own. I mean I've never had an apartment. Ever. Since school I have lived in rooms, or what my school considered rooms ( more like a broom closet). And as I pursue this whole job thing, I look forward to having money so that I can get a apartment one of these days. Maybe not in New York, but somewhere.

But the library is all kinds of strict about patrons having a home address. And though I have a home, my home is listed elsewhere. So yeah, I get mail sent here. But as c/o because I live in her home.

Apparently the library has attempted to send me mail the last few weeks, and it's bounced back to them. Now I am barred until I show some proof that I live in here. Which isn't going to be hard. My mom can just mail me something directly to this address, but fucking eh-. I really wanted to get some DVD's today, and now...barred.

I hate that word. Makes me sound like a criminal.

Today was a beautiful. It was warm and sunny, but not to hot. Though the library thing didn't work out, I did try my hand at shopping. It didn't go well, H&M is bringing back the 90's (neon colors, mom jeans, washed out jeans and shirts) and though I felt nostalgia thumbing through the clothes, I walked out with nothing.

I want to get back on the mixtap wagon again. It's spring and I've got some pretty good songs on rotation lately.In fact I want to get back into the swing of a lot of things, I have abandoned lately. I'm in good spirits and that is no April fools lie. Things will get better, because I want them to. Things will get better, because I am working hard on it. And even when I am tired, depressed, barred and damn near hopeless I have this glimmer of hope that things will get better. Because they have to. And now i am in a mood for good music, letter writing, story telling.

Yay for April.