I get a case and after a few minutes a girl with a walkie-talkie tells us it’s time to move to our fight location.

We walk a couple blocks to a busy intersection (It’s Friday, downtown, rush hour). There are already a lot of people gathered. We’re fighting the Roman Army?

They don’t seem to have pillows. They have a catapult of stuffed animals and some guys in a pick up truck have a guillotine and a couple dummies surely to be used for some sort of effigy

I have no clue what is going on. The leader chick blows her whistle and declares it fight time. Everyone with pillows starts beating the hell out of each other. The Roman Army is on the sidewalk so we don’t have much room to fight and spill out into the street. The traffic cop yells at us to get back on the damn sidewalk. We hear sirens coming our way. I get hit from the side with something wet and smelly.

We stop and get back up on the sidewalk. Pillow fighting takes a lot of energy. My hair, shirt and jacket are covered in red glitter and water. I’ve been hit. For some reason it smells kind of nice. After some guillotining and catapulting and the Roman Army yelling and a small band playing, we leave for a less crowded area.

By this time some people from Critical Mass have joined us.

Bikes, Roman Army, pillow fighters and assorted others parade down the street until we get to a loading dock with a gravel alley. We continue the pillow fight there. Some cyclists stop and join us and watch Rat Patrollers joust on their tall bikes. Looks painful but fun, in sort of a Jackass way.

Eventually the crowd breaks up and the cyclists go on with the Mass. Today my roommate asked why the tub was all red and shiny.

This is what I get for responding to things on CraigsList.

Upon more searching today, I found an article in TimeOut Chicago that says
…when the Pillow Fight Club takes part in the first Carnival of Art on the River, an alternative arts festival outside the Merchandise Mart timed to coincide with the opening night of ARTropolis.

Also some mentions of ARTWAR but I can’t find a website for them.

Fortune says you’re fat!

I got sushi tonight and my fortune cookie said “May you have a good appetite.” My roommate’s said something about eating healthy. They’re both kind of funny if you put “in bed” after them but not quality fortunes. My roommate’s sounded more like something you would read in a health text book than in a cookie. And why are you telling me to eat right while you know I’m eating a cookie?

After sushi we bought matching toys. They’re purple. Awww.

I read about a big pillow fight in Chicago this Friday. It’s like a flash mob with feathers. And cottony stuffing. It sounds fun!

I wanted to write a snotty entry about Sheryl Crow suggesting people only use 1 square of toilet paper in the bathroom but then the bitch goes and says she was joking. She still got yelled at for touching Karl Rove. Maybe because he heard about the toilet paper thing.

More ways I know summer is on its way:

I got a ticket for parking on the wrong side of the street during street cleaning days. I remembered to park on the correct side of the street last week and they never came through so I forgot this week. So I have a $50 introduction to summer.

Also, no one will shut up about the cicadas. I barely remember them when they were here last. I vaguely recall the cicadas jumping(falling?) onto me while I was walking and my friends telling me that if you touch them while they are on a tree, they would bite you.

I’m hoping they won’t be as much of a problem in the cement jungle.  A bunch of people have told me to make sure my dog doesn’t eat them but she is scared of everything. I’m pretty sure she would sooner pee on them out of fear than eat them.

Yay summer.

My cousin from Alabama and 2 of his coworkers are staying with my older brother while working in Illinois for a few weeks. My cousin does some union, manual labor type job and according to my mom, drinks a lot. These two things seem to go hand in hand.

So last night cousin and his coworkers go out drinking. Cousin and 1 coworker lose 2nd coworker sometime after midnight. They figure he picked up a girl and leave for my brother’s house. Around 3am, everyone goes to sleep and my brother locks the front door. At 6am, there is a knock at the door. The police are standing outside with the 2nd coworker. A neighbor saw the coworker in my brother’s driveway and called the police. My brother says it’s OK, he knows him and tells him to go inside. The cops say “I don’t know if you want him inside, he’s covered in shit”

The neighbors called the cops because he was trying to use my brother’s driveway as  a toilet. My brother tells the guy to get cleaned up and the police leave, not even bothering to wait until my brother closes the door to start laughing.

Later in the day, the coworker remembers nothing of the  incident. He says he came back and the door was locked so he went to sleep in his truck.  He was still hiding out in the basement when I came over for dinner.

I can’t wait to go to Alabama!

I can tell because I went back to the gym today! The thought of tank tops and skirts motivates my fat ass to get slightly less fat. I’m going to try to push myself to take as many classes as possible because the workout instructors always push the class farther than I would would myself working out alone.

I know one visit to the gym is a small thing but it means I’m peeking out from my blanket of depression and thinking about joining the real world. It’s a good sign.

I saw a guy I worked with at the GLBT health center. He remembered me and said he was still working there. Hmm..maybe if some random guy remembers me, some random guy that does hiring would too. I think I have to suck it up and write my next cover letter to them in a “Hey remember me?” sort of way. It can’t hurt, I’ve received absolutely no response from them for a couple other positions I applied for.

Oh and another song I am smitten with: Young Folks by Peter, Bjorn and John. (3 kind of adorable Swedish boys) The song sounds like a duet between a boy and girl so I’m not quite sure who the girl is. And for you bitches that don’t listen to lyrics, go look them up. They are part of the reason I like this song. I guess I’m a little late to hop on their bandwagon because their 2 Empty Bottle shows are sold out.

Know what happens when you forget your quesadilla on the Foreman grill because you’re writing pointless blog entries? It’s not pretty.

I got a ton of hits from my last entry because I mentioned the Facebook group. Sorry I don’t have any real info.

Work was not nearly as bad as I feared it would be today. At one point my supervisor sent out an email asking if anyone received a call related to VA Tech today. I just hope the few calls we got means the school is supplying enough counseling services for the students.

Looks like I’m going to The South to visit relatives next month. I haven’t been there in about 10 years. The only reason I am going now is because my grandma is too sick to travel here and no one else is available to go with my mom. So we are renting a car and taking off for the weekend. Yeeha!

And I bumped a car today while leaving a parking spot. I just scratched their bumper but put a big fucking dent in mine. Poor car, this is it’s first real dent.

It was slow at work today so I had plenty of time to follow every repetitive story about the VA Tech shootings. The most interesting part I could not follow due to work filters on every site that is remotely fun or interesting. Many students blogged the shootings as they happened. Cell phone videos and student blogs were posted on CNN. There is a Facebook group called “I’m OK at VT”. In it’s description, it lists students they are still looking for. Is this the media revolution bloggers keep describing? Mainstream news sources getting their info from bloggers rather than bloggers rehashing and critiquing stories from major news sources. I think it’s the first time I’ve seen “OMG” in a story on CNN.

I’m not sure how tomorrow will be at work. My company does not work directly with VA Tech but does work with many people in that area. Calls today started to come in toward the afternoon. Tomorrow I expect it to be worse as lists of who survived and who did not are published on major news sources.

I’ve done crisis counseling, I know I can handle tomorrow.  It would be nice to actually help people!

I only get my black eyeliner out for you, Type O Negative.

After all this time, Peter Steele still looks and sounds so good. Hearing him sing “Am I good enough for you?” makes me wish I still dated boys that would play Type O during sex.

The show tonight was sold out and I arrived late so I had to stand near the side of the stage to see which was fine for viewing Mr. Steele but bad for my left ear. Can’t hear a damn thing now.

I haven’t followed the band closely for the past 5 years so I was happy when they closed with a bunch of songs of the 2 CDs I know best, October Rust and Bloody Kisses. No “My Girlfriend’s Girlfriend” though, sad.
Feels good to get my angst on.

The Communion cake went pretty well. My mom yelled “you said the cake was white chocolate!” when she cut it open, giving me the perfect opportunity for blood of Christ related comments. My niece and nephew were over and very interested in helping me bury my frog in the backyard. They also wanted to see the frog before it died and hold the small plastic bag it was in. Later my niece gave me an Easter card which featured me dressed in a bunny costume with people laughing at me and on the inside I was holding my dead frog. She also gave me a drawing of a bloody dead frog even though my actual frog was not bloody. I’m sure she will tell her mother some interesting stories tonight.

I haven’t been terribly productive this week. Drinking and sleeping, yet to head back to the gym. I haven’t applied for any jobs either. And goddamn candy, I was doing pretty good but the lure of Easter chocolate is too much. I refused to bring any home to continue the devouring of sugary egg shaped things.

Music is always a good distraction. I’m going to a show tomorrow and I’ve found a few new songs that I like.

One is Hang Me Out to Dry by Cold War Kids which I’ve been listening to repetitively on their MySpace page.

Another song is Sunday Morning by k-os (there does not seem to be any capitalizing in the name). It sounds very familiar, maybe it’s a cover or samples a song I know? It plays automatically when you go to his site.

And the third is a rant by Dan le Sac vs Scroobius Pip called Thou Shall Always Kill. Again, the MySpace page. The song reminds me of a rant I might expect to hear from Martin Atkins at a Pigface show. Just from looking at their MySpace blog there seems to be a lot more to the song than poking fun at egos. They’re not very fond of Nestle, Coca Cola or NME. I don’t even know what NME is! Maybe because I’m not in England.
So random new songs, Entourage returning to finish it’s season, pointless blog entries..I have lots of things that can keep me busy without actually accomplishing a thing.

I wanted to make a lamb shaped cake for Easter but I couldn’t find a lamb shaped cake pan. One store said they were sold out, one store clerk stared at me blankly as I tried to explain the concept of a pan shaped like a lamb. I didn’t even try to communicate with anyone at the 3rd store.

So I decided I could use the round cake pans already in my apartment and make a Communion cake! In my parent’s church the communion wafer is a round little thing with a cross on it. Looks like these little guys. Some churches do the freeform thing and just tear off a piece of bread. That would’ve been much harder to duplicate in cake form. So yay for preformed body of Christs.

The cake itself is just white cake, the frosting a delicious white chocolate and the blood of Christ is raspberry. The lamb was going to be bloody, too. I’m happy I thought of another way to mock my family’s religious holiday. Now that my big brother is a Born Again, I’m sure religious holiday will be much more fun (for me to ruin).

I started with 2 plain cakes.

I sliced the top edge off one cake to make it flat. I cut a small layer out of the middle so the blood would have somewhere to go. I was using the raspberry sauce that came with the cake package and some more raspberry jam of my own to make it extra stigmata-y.

For some reason I forgot to take a picture of the bottom layer after I put the jam on it.

I added the 2nd layer and frosted the cake. I’m not terribly domestic but I do watch Good Eats so I know to frost the sides of a cake, you put the frosting on top and then spread it to the sides. I did a pretty good job. It was a lot harder making the top flat. I don’t know to do do that so I did best I could with a knife and drew a cross in the middle.

I had a lot of extra frosting because I think the package mix expected me to decorate the cake or something. So now I’m all wired of white chocolate frosting. And I probably have salmonella from licking the batter.
Yay Zombie Jesus Day!