30 Sept. 11:31 comedyyyy

Okay so rather than being productive, I have found myself thinking a lot lately. When I'm not watching Glee, the best show on television. Mainly, I find myself thinking back to high school and wondering what it would've been like if I hadn't been...well, myself. What would've happened if I had done pom pons instead of orchesis? Cheer instead of band or softball instead of swimming?

Would I have been a different person with a different outlook on life?

I am inclined to say yes, and I think that is the right answer. I mean, I believe that my friends shaped who I became in the cliche of high school. Because of them, I didn't do drugs or have the opportunity to turn them down. I didn't get drunk on weekends and crash my car. I made all of the right choices and prepared myself to go to Northwestern in Evanston, become a journalist, marry an engineer or doctor and live the rest of my life being able to do a job i love without monetary worries.

Anyone see the flaw in this plan? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller? (sorry, I'm from Chicagoland, what do you expect..)

The flaw was that I didn't account for other variables. I didnt account for the fact that I wouldn't get into Northwestern, I didn't account for the fact that I would fail to find a high school sweetheart and I didn't account for the fact that I would eventually end up moving to Missouri for college. That threw a wrench in my plan..just a tad.

The thing is, as much as I want to mourn the loss of my future and as many times as Dom tells me about how awesome northwestern is, I think I can get over it now.

I went to high school and made some great friends and great memories. High school was the bomb and I am really tempted to come back and work there. Maybe I can make it the bomb for some future kids :)

None of that was where I thought I was headed at the beginning of this post, but hey.

It's life.

Sameth

home! :) Sept 26 1:32 am

in other news,

I'm home from college! It's weird being back, only not really. because I really missed home, even though I wouldn't admit it. Being here has kind of made me realize how my best friends aren't easily replaced. Actually, they're not replaceable. I don't even know how they feel, but at school I feel almost lost. there, i said it. okay, sorry I didn't want to go to a smaller school. In fact, I still don't really want to go to a small school; I just miss the support group of friends I had in high school. I really miss them.

Whenever I feel lost, I always plan things out. I sketch out some sort of life plan that I think will help me get through my...floundering.

As for now...well I don't have a good plan. I really want to stay at Mizzou. I like the campus and the dorms. The food is edible and my classes only suck because I'm in the sucky classes. But the other part of me wants to just go to U of I. Room with my friends and just fall back into that pattern of comfortable. Surround myself with my friends that I have known and loved for the last formative years of my life. Spend my weekends with my besties chillin' and watching the game or going out and painting the town red. Heroic late night study parties with pineapple pizza and lots of bubble tea or coffee breaks. Just like high school, only with later bedtimes.

But I guess that's not really what college is about, is it? Or maybe it is, but the POINT of college is to help you find more of those people to spend your days with.

I hope so, because (and since no one reads this), it's getting awfully lonely in Missouri. [sigh]

iLife project update? No go on the Tiger of Love, too much effort. Are doing that "Free Hugs" Campaign. It should be weird. Here is a link to the real one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vr3x_RRJdd4

Life update:

Well this weekend I went home, as I mentioned already. It's my little bro's birthday and homecoming, so it seemed like an excellent time to head home before the holidays.

I love it here. And I love my car and the fam and my dog. [sigh]

content :)

'night!

Sameth

this is getting redic 22 sept. 09

SO I'm sitting in sociology class and I figured now would be an excellent time to update my lack of readership on my life.

Well, for a while there I thought I wasn't going to get to come home for my little brother's birthday and homecoming this weekend. BUT I GET TO! :) Hooray for Dawn Heston and letting me take my exam later. I don't even know Dawn Heston. But I sure love her.I guess family birthday's are not exactly excusable..meh you win some you loose some.

I have also decided that the professor in this class needs to be more aware of his surroundings. Because today marks the second time that I have almost hit him while biking. Of all the people on campus, why do I have to continually almost kill my professor? I feel like that's a little unfair.

So later today, we're going to film our piece of poop iLife project. We're spoofing "Rock of Love" and "Tila Tequila" to make "Tiger of Love".

Truman the Tiger searches a mate and the four pillars compete for his affections only to decided that "Respect" "Responsibility" "Excellence" and " Discovery" are all equal.

Lame? Yes I think so. muchos gracías.

be jealous.

okay. class is getting to the review part, so I probably should listen. I have to take this final after all....

Sameth

22 September 2009 1 am (FML)

Today, I got to lay out at the school newspaper. I really like to layout, only I got assigned to work at 10 pm. Any time laying out is pretty good for me; after all I'm just a freshman. Thing is, I live at the exact opposite end of campus. So I take off at like, 9:30, hoping I will get there by 10. Five minutes into my walk, I decide to call my parents. This predicament - me, walking alone in the pouring rain sans rain gear - is, after all, entirely their fault. They are the ones that wouldn't let me bring my car with me to college saying "You won't need it!" Little did they realize the buses suck (not unlike my life missing my car) and that I would need to go into town if I ever wanted the really cool and hip stories for the newspaper.

So I rant for about 5 minutes to my dad before my mom gets on the phone and promises to get me rain-boots this weekend if I make it home. Just then, I reach the street from the pedestrian walkway. A huge black SUV rolls on by at like 35 mph in a 25 mph zone, and before I can even move, I am drenched from head to toe in street water!

It was an out of body experience. Like I was watching a montage of of misery in a film. Protagonist is down and out and wanders around in the rain with a crap umbrella...looks up and is drowned by a wave of water. Soaked by some jerks in a nice car. FML.

After crying into the phone for a little bit - I mean, you'd cry too. That freakin' sucks. - I continued on. Walking behind some buildings just off of the quad I see this really creepy raccoon run out in front of me. It stops, and stares at me with it's creepy green - looking bulbous eyes. It then runs into a gutter of sorts and as a hustle on by, I can see it's huge eyes just watching me...

IN SHORT. My life would suck so much less if my car were here. and if my parents had just bought the freakin' rain-boots I had asked for all of this crap could've been avoided.

COULD HAVE BEEN AVOIDED!

sociology class, constitution day!

Hello nothingness that makes up the audience of my blog!

I'm not exactly experiencing insomnia right now, but I rather am trying not to fall asleep.

Right now I've been assigned the least newsworthy article i think for the next issue. Student loan default rates are up in the state of missouri, but what's funny is that at Mizzou itself, the percent of people not paying back their loans in the last year was only .1%. and students at mizzou totally don't care about the rest of missouri?

[sigh] Oh well. It's a good chance to do some newsgathering. Though I've pretty much decided I'm not the biggest fan of news gathering in the first place. Fail? I think so. Maybe teaching is really where I belong. Eh whatever.

For Lukas, my one friend who reads this, I'm gonna tell you about my day!

Today I went to spanish class and corrected the teacher, probably only reinforcing her dislike of me. Seriously! She's probably taking off participation points even though she NEVER CALLS on me! Then back to my dorm room and just took a nap and researched a little for my aforementioned newspaper article.

THEN out to lunch with Lukas and we went to the farmers market on Lowry Mall which was cool and made me feel rather hip, until I realized that lunch cost me upwards of like 9 bucks. It was NOT that good, darn it!

Sociology class now, where I just skype video chatted with Steven and ensured my epic fail in this class.

Next, I think I'll go finish all of my research for this silly article and call it a day.

woot. another day in the life of a journalist.

Sameth

labor day at 3:15 a.m.

I'm not sure how my roomie manages to find people to talk to at 3 in the morning. I mean, I happen to know for a fact that everyone I know is asleep. Or at least are chilling in bed, trying to sleep.

Well, this is my first entry into this blog thing. I'm not quite sure how I feel about blogging. I always thought of blogs as sort of editorials that unintelligent people might accidentally think of as factual news.

So I'll throw this out there: This is not news. I might occasionally comment ON current events. But I'm probably going to just share the trials and tribulations of my life firsthand. Get ready for some unintelligent sounding words. and cues so you know how I'm "talking." For example: [sigh].

If you're reading this, you're probably my friend, but just in case, I'm Sam Kubota, I'm 18, from the northwest 'burbs of Chicago(Schaumburg/Hoffman Estates!), and attend University of Missouri - Columbia. My major (s) are Journalism and English. Maybe I'll be a journalist...maybe I'll just teach journalism. So far, I haven't met many journalists that I like. Thus, I am unsure if I want to spend the next 123209032098234 years of my life with them. I feel like that's a pretty valid reason.

AS FOR COLLEGE! Well, I got back from the U of IL vs. Mizzou arch rival game in St. Louis (which is about 2 hours east of here) earlier today. It was actually really fun; I had a great time cheering on the Tigers! It was also fun gloating over everyone else in the world who goes to U of I. Actually, I'm sure that was the best part. Haha.

So tonight I can't sleep and I'm pretty sure that it's the diet coke I drank at like 9. But the thing is, I have a really really high tolerance for caffeine so..maybe I'm just worried about...something.

Not sure what.

I did manage to go about two weeks without seriously missing my friends, but tonight as I lie awake, I can't help but think about them. I wish everyone were here right now; I don't think I'll ever find friends as good as the ones I made at HEHS. [sighs sadly]

Accidentally submitted my essay to my FIG class in the wrong format - had to email Nate and give him the right one...stupid vista. yet another thing to complain about.

They have these places called "Quick Stop" and "Jack in the Box" here. What does the North have that the South doesn't? Because I felt, for awhile, like we may be losing the coolness game.

We went to the best bowling alley with crazy "cosmic bowling" and all of these fun arcade type games. I am pretty sure I won one of the three games, so all 'yall better beware of my awesome skills at the bowling. Good thing I took Strides for two years and only learned to become only marginally better than average at bowling. Great. Just great.

Good news is that during gym, I got a lot of homework done.

Anyways, then we went to the 711 that Adam's parents own and he got me a free slurpie! Best gift ever!

Then I went to Walmart at like 11:30 p.m. and chuckled. There's a Kellie Pickler song titled "Small Town Girl" which is something reminiscent of a long list of things that are southern and small town-esque (i.e. sweet tea from a mason jar). "Driving 'round a WalMart on a Friday night..." is definitely from that song! Angela and I discussed being "southern" before I left for Missouri and I really feel like I'm just that much closer to accomplishing that goal.

Hooray for WalMart. Which shouldn't be open at like, 11. I feel like that's unnecessary.

Anyways, at WalMart, we broke all of the rules our parents ever set for us back in the day, when we shopped together. We turned up the music on the electronics to be as loud as it went and re-enacted epic football scenes. We rode the coolest bikes around the entire store because we are finally strong enough to get them of the rack! We didn't run into anything, don't worry. We bought school supplies that we needed...exciting...And I got a cover for my bike seat because my stupid bike is REALLY uncomfortable.

I'm still on the look out for someone who has a farm! with a tractor! Only then will my southern experience be complete.

Well, after I go to Waffle House for some midnight waffles!

more to come next time I can't fall asleep!

Sameth