Month: February 2007

Last night I had a dream that Chik’n Stix started selling baby formula…with boba in it.

The guy in my Human Sexuality class last semester that asked if there was such a thing as the stork is in my Human Physiology class right now. Today he was wearing a White Sox hat…it was green…and he was wearing it backwards and to the side. Need I say more?

A few days I was randomly thinking about Scott Wakefield and wondering if he had MySpace or Facebook and if he did if he would seek us out. Today I get an add request on Facebook…Scott Wakefield would like to be your friend…how crazy is that?!

Josh is going to be our downstairs neighbour next year. Though, thankfully, not directly below us, because I can see him getting a broom and tapping on his ceiling/our floor at like 6am.

You Are a Smart American

You know a lot about US history, and you’re opinions are probably well informed.

Congratulations on bucking stereotypes. Now go show some foreigners how smart Americans can be.

Ironically there’s a HUGE grammar error in that…


Mundelein High School—full of winners

Mundelein High School Teacher Accused Of Child Porn

Math Teacher In Mundelein Charged With Child Porn
Authorities: Teacher Had 17-Year-Old Student Send Naked Photos Through Cell Phone

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(Lake County News-Sun) MUNDELEIN, Ill. A 33-year-old mathematics teacher at Mundelein High School was charged Tuesday afternoon in Lake County Circuit Court with child pornography, for allegedly having a 17-year-old student send him naked photos of herself using her cell phone.

Judge Valerie Boettle Ceckowski set bond at $75,000 for Scott S. Lempa, of the 2000 block of Clematis Drive, Algonquin.

Lempa, who has taught at MHS for 12 years and also been the assistant coach of the girls’ volleyball team, has been placed on administrative leave, according to Mundelein Deputy Police Chief Michael O’Brien.

“We are at the no comment stage,” said Linda Hanson, MHS interim superintendent.

Lempa has been charged with three counts of production of child pornography. A conviction of the special Class One felony carries a prison sentence of four to 15 years, and is non-probationable, said prosecutor Patricia Fix.

Fix said in court that Lempa had encouraged the girl to use the camera in her cell phone to take photos of her naked breasts, and her buttocks while she was wearing a thong, and to send it over the internet. The girl initially sent a photo of her breasts, Fix said, and then, responding to Lempa’s comments, sent additional photos of her breasts and of her buttocks.

The girl, a student in one of his math classes, told investigators that Lempa had offered to send a photo of his penis, but she declined.

The police department began an investigation Monday of a complaint of inappropriate conduct by a teacher, involving soliciting and receiving child pornography, through cell phone text messages and photos. Lempa’s home and school computers, and his cell telephone have been seized and a forensic analysis is being conducted, to determine if there were any additional violations or other students involved, according to police.

Lempa was taken into custody Tuesday.

Ceckowski set a court date Friday for status of attorney.

She barred Lempa from any contact with MHS or any persons younger than 17.

Lempa is the second Lake County teacher in two months to be charged with child pornography. In December, Wayne Kuklinski, 59 of Ingleside, was charged with 30 counts of child pornography. The Lake Zurich Unit District school board suspended him without pay or benefits in January. A former head football coach, he had been on the staff for 30 years. He was arrested following a sting by a Highland Park Police Department investigator who had been posing on the internet as a 15-year-old girl.

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…and there’s a Facebook group called “Lempa’s still my hero”…

I found out why Britney Spears shaved her head. It’s not because she went crazy, but because Kevin Federline threatened to have a drug test done on her to see which drugs she has been using. Now it makes sense.

My Tinkerbell pajama pants had two huge holes in the seat, so I sewed them the other day. They are upholding well, but I have not thrown them in the wash yet, so we’ll see what happens.

However, when Elizabeth got back last night it turned out she had bought me a pair of pajama pants from Old Navy!! She said she wanted to bring me a slice of French Silk ppie from Bakers Square, but it never would have made it back. Then we went to see the Reno movie and she paid for my ticket! Man, I really lucked out on this one!

The Reno MySpace contest is over, so I was able to put my profile back to private. Oh boy does it make my life easier!

What is with the ‘sold out’ gifts on Facebook? One, how can they be sold out? Two, they add new ones everyday, why don’t they just replace them?

I had one last idea to convince my Mom to let me go to Cali over spring break. When she had logged into my PAWS account, she saw my overall GPA and was not happy about it. However, she did not check my major GPA. I just finished my Professions class, which I had failed last year. I got a B in it this time, so the F disappeared, which brought my major GPA up to a 3.0. I sent her an e-mail telling her that, as well as telling her grad schools do not require as high of a GPA as she probably thinks (ex: one of the schools in NorCal I am looking at requires a 2.6 overall and a 3.0 in your major) and also that they base a lot of it on the interview and reccomendations, plus my internship this summer will look AMAZING. Well, it worked, but she said it’s going to depend on plane ticket prices, since it’s so close. When I looked the other day Jet Blue still had $217 tickets for round trip, but last night the lowest was $238, both Jet Blue and United. And since I’ve heard some not so good things about Jet Blue recently, if we do wind up going, I think I’d rather take United. The problem is, it flies to LAX. It’s about a two hour drive to Bakersfield from LA, then about four hours to San Diego, and then about two hours back to LA (this is also a lot of gas and I’m sure gas prices there are real cheap). This still isn’t for sure, but if we do wind up going, I wouldn’t mind doing most or all of the driving, as long as my Mom doesn’t do the pressing the invisible brake she usually does when I drive. I know when to stop, I am not stupid. I’ve never even been pulled over, I think I know what I’m doing. However, three things scare me about the thought of driving in California:
1) I heard California drivers are even crazier than Chicago drivers (is that possible?)
2) I heard they don’t have left turn arrows in California
3) I heard the light turns green the exact second the perpendicular light turns red
This is not for sure but I so very badly want to go gah!! Also, I think I have pretty much given up wanting to live in San Bernardino. I only wanted to live there because that’s where the job I wanted was, but I have heard enough…interesting things about it, that I do not want to live there anymore.

So the Crisis Intervention test I took a couple weeks ago…yeah…She said we could use our books and have one page of notes front and back. I did not read and I did not bother to get notes, I just ripped out the first page of ntoes I had for the class. It was an eight question essay test. The essays were pretty in depth and we had 50 minutes to do it. Fortunately she spent half of the class talking to me, so I got to finish it the next day. Still did not read, still did not get notes. Basically my entire test was filled with a bunch of B.S. (although I tend to do better on essay test than on multiple choice, because it’s not all black and white, it is grey too) and I thought for sure I was screwed. This is the one class that will look good on a grad school app and this test is worth 20% of my grade. I got the test back today and somehow I managed to get a 97%. Not quite sure how that happened, but I’m not complaining. The only other time in my life I have received such a high grade on a real test was in 8th grade when we read the book Night by Elie Wiesel. And by “we,” I mean the rest of my class. I may have read the back of the book, but that was all. I’m not sure how or why, but I did manage to pay attention to all the class discussions about the book. When we had our big test at the end of the book, I somehow had gotten a 99. As if this is not funny enough, Mrs. Gaebler announced to the class that I had gotten the highest grade. How sad for everyone who actually read it haha.

I edited Wikipedia again. This is bad haha.

Also, congratulations to Antonella Barba, the first person on American idol season 6 to be involved in a scandal.


My Dearest Daughter,

I see your loneliness and fear. I know your hurt and your heartaches. In a special bottle I am storing each and every one of your tears. I see you searching for love, for happiness, for fulfillment. As much as I hate to see your pain, as much as it grieves me to see you struggle, all this must be, in order for you to totally and completely come to the end of your own understanding: only then can you fully hear my voice. Listen very carefully. Amidst the noise of the world, I’m calling. My voice is in the midst of your worst fears tenderly beseeching you to trust me, in the pain of your loneliness. If you hold real still, you can feel my arms encircling you and hear my soothing words of comfort. Yes, that still, small voice within you is mine. Yes, that gentle touch is me. Give me your pain- yes, all of it, and I will give you my peace. Give me your sorrow and I will give you joy unspeakable.

I cherish you, Daughter. I shed my blood so that you could be clean. I want you for my companion, my bride, to love and cherish now and throughout eternity and I plan to dress you in the most beautiful of white garments. As you live out the joy and experience the wonder of being my bride, I will be your gentle tutor conforming you to my image. I must begin by teaching you how to serve and live in submission to me. Let me convince you of your great value so that you may be able to fully share the love I have given you with the one you someday choose to bring to me as your earthly husband. Then, and only then, will you be the kind of wife I would choose for him. Give yourself completely to me. I want you to deny me nothing. I will not hurt you. I will not disappoint you. You can trust me- completely. I keep my promises. Do not be overly critical of yourself or become depressed because you are not perfect in your own eyes. It saddens me greatly to hear you criticize and devalue the one I love so much. Daughter, in me, you are complete and lacking in nothing. What right do you have to criticize the one I treasure? On what grounds do you find fault with what I have so fearfully and wonderfully made? Why do you call what I deem beautiful- ugly? Why do you believe that the one I love enough to die for is not good enough? Daughter, I want you to know who you are in me. I mean who you really are in me- completely loved and totally forgiven. I want you to trust me one step, one day, one second at a time. Dwell in My power and My love and be all that you are in me, in My strength, and in My power. Do not fear what might happen or what the future may bring because my grace is sufficient and I will take care of you. Daughter, I know that you long to give yourself to someone, to have a deep relationship with him, and to be loved thoroughly and exclusively by him. But I must say no. Not until my love is enough. Not until you can see yourself truly complete in me. I love you, my child. Until you discover that your joy and satisfaction can be found in me alone, you will not be capable of handling the problems and disappointments that are part of every relationship. You can never be truly united with another in the way your heart desires, only I can fill that emptiness, only I can supply that need, only I can love you enough. You must be united with me, exclusive of anyone or anything else, exclusive of any other desires or longings before you will have the strength to endure the many heart-aches and, yes, even soul-aches of even a seemingly perfect human relationship. I want you to stop planning, stop wishing, and allow me to give you my faithfulness, my gentleness, and my self-control. Then, you will need no other. Daughter, I want you to allow me to be enough.

You must keep your eyes on me, expecting the greatest and the best things from me. Keep experiencing the satisfaction of knowing that I am and that you are my child. Keep learning and listening to the things I tell you. Stay close by my side. Seek my face in the morning, my presence throughout the day, and my comfort at night. I am always there, Daughter. I will never leave you or forsake you. But, you must wait. Don’t be anxious. Do not get in a hurry. Don’t look around and fear or envy the things others have received from me. You must keep from looking off or away. Look up to me or you’ll miss the things I want to show you, and then, when you are ready, I’ll give you the desires I have put in your heart, the strength to endure all things, and the courage to risk your heart.

You see, until you are ready and the one I have for you is ready… I am working even this minute to have you both ready at the same time… until you are both living to, which you will, however imperfectly, reflect your relationship in me. First give me time to heal your wounds, console your heartaches, and ease your disappointments. Find me time to erase the painful memories of the past. Give me time to heal you and make you whole and complete in me.

I want you to experience real “agape” love- not the selfish, false love of the world. I want you to learn love that is patient and always kind. Love that knows no envy and is never boastful or proud. Love that is never rude or self-seeking. Love that is not easily angered or keeps a record of wrong. Love that does not delight in evil but instead rejoices in truth. The love I want for you Daughter, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres, never fails. Because this love is of the spirit and not of the flesh, its natural fruit is joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. I cannot give this love to you in or even through another except dimly, and then only in a limited capacity- for all will fail and eventually disappoint you. This perfect love, Daughter, can only be found in me.

Let my perfect love flow from you and spill over to all you touch. Be not concerned with yourself; you are my responsibility. I will change you often without you even knowing it. Take your eyes off yourself, look only to me, I lead, I change, I create, but only when you are not striving. You are mine; let me have the joy of making you into my image- only I can do this. Above all else, look to me and me only, never to yourself and never to others. Do not struggle, relax and trust my love. I know what is best and will do it in and through you if you’ll let me. Stop trying to become, and let me transform you from within. I love you Daughter. Will you let my love be enough for you? I’m waiting… will you wait too?



You are 22
And you live on Avenue Q

Even with the Facebook reminders nobody really seemed to realise it was my birthday. The only people I really heard from are people I don’t really talk to and the people I do talk to obviously didn’t care, with only a couple exceptions. It’s just a reminder that I don’t have anyone in my life that I feel right about considering a friend, which I try to ignore the other 364 days of the year. I just don’t understand why nobody wants to be my friend and the few people who say they do never seem to have time or want to spend time with me, or if they do actually make plans with me they wind up canceling at the last minute. I haven’t felt this sad in so long.

Birthdays are stupid. I will age with time, but henceforth, my birthday no longer exists. What’s the point? It’s just like any other day, so there’s no reason to keep feeling disappointed year after year.

I’m awake in the infinite cold
But You sing to me over and over and over again

When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again

So I lay my head back down
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only Yours I pray
To be only Yours
I know now You’re my only hope

On the upside, I just got a MySpace comment from Wendi McLendon-Covey that says
“Hope you’re having a fantastic birthday!

Air Kisses, Wendi”
Wendi McLendon-Covey, the REAL Wendi McLendon-Covey as in Clemmy from Reno 911! As in my flipping hero.

Nausea, heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea

Okay, maybe just upset stomach. I just really like that jingle. And by upset, I mean…like angry stomach. I went to health this morning to figure out why I’m getting sick everytime I eat, mostly from the dorm food. OKay the real reason was to get a note about missing classes. If it weren’t for that i would have just kept on ignoring it lol. Anyway, apparently my stomach is producing too much acid and I have to take Pepcid once a day for about three weeks and if that doesn’t work I have to switch to Prilosec. I feel old taking this stuff. She also said to stay away from spicy foods. This shouldn’t be a problem, since they took Wendy’s away, except now I can’t have any spicy chicken sandwiches over spring break. I also love the Indonesian Peanut Saute from Noodles and Company, who actually just sent me a coupon for a free meal, for my birthday, and I thought about going up to Champaign to use it, since it expires March 3, but that is out now. She also said to stay away from starchy or fried foods. I’m not quite sure how I’m going to do that. That’s pretty much all I eat at school, which I’m sure is the problem. The Pepcid made me feel so much worse, but I’m going to give it a few days. With antibiotics you get worse first, so I am hoping this is working the same way. I know I can definitely hear my stomach acid sloshing around. A lot. And I’m hungry, but everything I have up here (Goldfish, Easy Mac, Spaghettios, Smuckers uncrustable peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwiches, and two TV dinners…one that is mainly pasta and one that is mainly rice), so I have no idea what to do. So I’m drinking apricot nectar. Poop.

A doctor who’s competent??? And on Eastern’s campus much less!! What a concept!! Well this more than makes up for all of my sea monkeys being dead!

P.S. Pressies = Australian slang for presents. Hehe.

I finally came up with names for my ovaries. After the puppet show Punch and Judy…since my ovaries punch me and the ovarian problems come from the Ashkenazi background, I decided to name them “Punch and Jewdy.”

Birthright is now advertising on MySpace. Jami has no comment.

Jennifer Leav told me that Barnelli’s sells jars full of their house dressing for $3 each!! I’ll have to bring some with me to school next year, since I’ll have a kitchen. I also decided one night next year I am going to cook dinner (my Dad’s spaghetti sauce mmmm) and invite a bunch of people over to eat it yay!!