Going Somewhere?

August 2nd,

  Usually i'd enjoy going on errands......usually.

I took off to east syracuse at roughly 10:30 to just do a thing or two but my luck had planned otherwise.  
 My first stop was to Purcell's paint on bridge street, which, of course was my only semi-succesful chore not counting the wrong turn I took just before I arrived.  Next off was Walmart which I suppose you could call a success in the way that I got what I came for but also an equally matching disappointment seeing as it cost 100+ for everything......ouch.  Lowes was my next destination and of course it would be my luck that they literally had every single spray paint but the one I needed......literally... not even exaggerating. I headed off to Price Chopper next but took an entirely wrong turn on Thompson which was ever so conveniently backed up straight across one side to another so that tagged on an extra 35 min+.  Once I arrived at Price Chopper I began recycling my lovely little truck full of gooey, slimy, pungent, cans one painful cap at a time.  As if this wasn't already the most thrilling thing ever (you should try it some time really) the machines decided this would be a swell time to break down and so I not only left stinky, dirty, and disgusting but uncompleted.  Across the street is the Salvation Army where I dropped off all those bags of junk we've been looking to get rid of forever......oh except.....I forgot all the bags.  My day just get's better.  I finally show up two hours late to green lakes to meat some friends where we manage to hang out for a short while then get completely rained out.  So we went to Panera Bread and sat around for awhile which although fun was rather uneventful.  As I headed home from my little victory march I remembered that I had still a redbox to drop off so I went all the way out to tully for that. While there I remembered i had to make several deposits at the bank and grab groceries from the dollar general nearby which, of course, didn't actually have what I needed.  Before returning home I also filled up the gas and skillfully forgot to pick up a much-needed chain saw chain.  On a much different note I owe thanks to each and every person in my youth group for supporting me and being by my side all this time, I will never be attending again (as a student at least) and will sorely miss our times together.