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[hisromanisms-blog]

◤ don't you ever forget why you get up and you put one foot in front of the next ◢

roman ran a hand through his hair as he sat indian style on the floor of his room. his eyes watched as the reporter struggled to find a seat. seeing as roman had given his desk chair to the frat common room it was either the bed or the floor. “why don’t you come sit down across from me?” he reaches onto his bed and grabs a stray pillow and plops it down across from him, gesturing for the girl to take a seat. unsure, she sits, clearing her throat. “comfy, huh? oh oh!” roman reaches behind him and opens the mini fridge, “would you like a juice box? maybe a go-gourt?” she shakes her head as roman grabs a cookie from his desk and pops it in his mouth.

a small tape recorder was stationed in between them as the reporter flipped a page in her notebook. "ready when you are, muchacha.” roman says with a wide grin, cookie crumbs falling from his lips. she giggles slightly, but reasserts herself and begins.

“how about you introduce yourself name, age, grade, role you play in the greek system and what house you are in and why you decided on that house.”

“no problem. i’m roman niram, 20, sophomore and i’m a member of psi delta. and, ya know, i dunno why i chose psi. i mean the guys here are wickedly cool and our sister house [ kappa gamma kappa ] is filled with righteous ladies who got a lot goin’ for ‘em. i guess... i guess i dug the vibe about it all.”

the reporter nods, “are you a New York native? If not where are you from and what brought you to NYU? Do you like the city life?”

roman shakes his head, “i’m from australia, man, filled with awesome waves and righteous digs.” he beams, “you ever been? it’s all kinds of calming. there’s nothin’ like the flow of the ocean to make you feel alive, comrade. i almost didn’t wanna leave, but i’m all about dreams and fantasy. i gotta go where the wind takes me & it brought me here. i dig the city life. it’s a new world, a new body, i like it.”

"what’s your major and why did you pick it?”

“philosophy.” roman changes his position so that his feet are touching, he places his hands on top of them, “i’ve always liked to ask the questions that are far out and shizz, ya know? how do we know this earth is the only earth? what truly becomes of us when we die? is it based in religion or science? shizz that makes ya think that doesn’t have a definite answer. that’s my grind. that’s life too, friend. not everythin’ is black and white, yes or no. it’s yellow and orange and green and maybe and who knows?”

“so, if you had to choose another major?”

“psychology. how does the mind work? why does it work? that’s my niche, that’s my vibe.”

"so, you seem like a down-to-earth guy...”

“aw, thanks.”

“you probably don’t have any crazy stories you can share with us regarding your time in a fraternity? Were you hazed as a pledge?”

roman takes a moment, pulling his body forward to stretch out his arms and work his shoulders, “you hear all those hazin’ stories online and shizz where this frat did this and that sorority did that and you’re like ‘how can anyone stand that shizz? what the fuck are they gaining?’ a league of brothers for one. that’s what it’s about in the end. do all this shizz to get a family you chose. hazin’ wasn’t as intense as movies wanna make it. we got our asses handed to us with these paddles they made - hard as fuck to meditate when ya ass on fire. we had to do a bunch of shots in under a minute and whoever pukes or passes out loses. i lost around round 4. vonte, he transferred last year, was so wasted he thought he had bugs crawling on him so he started taking off his clothes and ended up butt naked outside the gamma house with a flower up his ass. that’s life, i guess.”

"that sounds like a lot to endure, surely your relationship with the higher ups in your house must be one of a kind? do you think they could be nicer? Meaner? What about your fellow members and the pledges?”

“i love all my boys. xavi, simon, axel, bruno -- this my family. our rep is for bein’ the sweetheart house and i like that flow we got. we all lay low and get shizz done. i mean our prez is fucking married! that’s some wholesome shizz, my friend. i think if we were meaner or stricter then that bond we’ve built crumbles. not everybody gotta yell or kick you in the dick to make you do something. you can go a long way by just bein’ kind to people. so i think we’re all just tryna make each other proud.”

"back to the topic of school, as a philosophy major you must take every class and soak in that material, right? What’s your favorite and least favorite class so far? Are you on any teams or in any clubs? If so how is that?”

roman laughs, stretching his body back, “philosophy or nah, school is laughable a lot of time. i dig learning new things, but i could do without exams and tests. i wanna grow not be conformed to a gpa. my favorite class is psychology though. i love all of the reasons the world is as is and why it’s also not why it is. i don’t think i have a least favorite. i picked these classes for a reason. everyday i learn something new -- who could hate that?” he shrugs with a smile, “i’m president of habitat for humanity and i love it. you’re helping people get their dream homes, what could be better than that?”

"so, what have you gained throughout this school year? Is there any event you wish you attended; maybe the first game of the year, or the first debate?”

roman takes a moment to stop stretching to think. “a sense of self. i wasn’t always happy this year. some wild shizz went down, but i think i came back from it better than before. i’m happy and sure of myself and that’s what matters, right? i wanted to see the first chess match. i think chess club goes unnoticed sometimes, so i wanted to support them and show ‘em they got a crowd of people rootin’ for ‘em.”

"If you were asked to put your current most important item into a time capsule what would it be and why? Do you think ten, twenty years from now that item will still hold an importance in your life?”

“aw man... i don’t think i have an important item. my phone, laptop, clothes, it’s all just stuff. it doesn’t have any real attachment. the thing most important to me though is my faith. i’m a buddhist, so i try to live my days right in the eyes of buddha. so, i guess that would be in my capsule. a small buddha statue. and yeah, i think it’ll definitely still hold importance. faith is everything, my faith is everything to me.”

"What are your thoughts on the other fraternity/sororities apart of Greek row? Is there one house you dislike, is there one you are envious of, is there maybe one you are scared of?”

“all of us, even if we wear different letters or colors, are apart of a system. under the eyes of every non-greek row student we’re the same. that gamma? that’s my sister. that eplison? that’s my brother. i have no ill will towards anyone. we’re all just lookin’ to belong and love.”

"that was really beautiful. flowing from that if you had to give three pieces of advice to an upcoming freshman in terms of rushing or being apart of a sorority/fraternity what would you tell them?”

“don’t go into it for the wrong reasons. bein’ on greek row is hard shizz, friend. it’s not all about the parties and the sex. you gotta work at it, do shizz you may not wanna do, pay things you may not wanna pay. you gotta really want it. second, keep your values close. life can really fuck you up, but if you stay humble and true then you’ll be fine. lastly, have fun. it’s always a righteous time on greek row.”

"Do you actually feel like you are apart of a brotherhood? Is that the most important thing of Greek Life? Why did you choose to go Greek?”

“hell yeah to both questions. my brother is on greek row. he’s theta. so, i know i said do it for the right reasons, but at first i started out wantin’ to be like him. then the longer i stayed around it’s like, ‘whoa these are my friends. we got our asses slapped and cried together, we’re bonded for life now.’”

"thank you so much, roman, would you like to end this with a quote you believe describes your time so far this year?”

“no, thank you and sure. uh..” roman snaps his fingers, “’do not pursue the past, do not lose yourself in the future.”

“thank you once again, roman.”

“no problem.”

[jpthakid-blog]

◤ being apart of something special, makes you feel special ◢

when a random newspaper enthusiast ( they’re calling themselves reporters now ) asked jp to do an interview about his greek row world, he was elated at first. it wasn’t everyday that someone asked jp about himself ( which everyone should, his life is fucking amazing ), so he was brushing his hair and spraying his body spray as usual, til it dawned on him: what the fuck was he gonna say? not that it wasn’t known, but jp loved to exaggerate certain things about himself & his experiences. for crying out loud his name isn’t even jay patrick - a name he uses, as well as a variant of his real name, often. so, how was he going to play this? honest & deep? fun & action-packed? he didn’t know, but he wasn’t gonna not be himself that was for sure.

the reporter set up his camera in the ekt common room. jp was applying a bit of blush to his cheeks ( yes, he wears make-up, what of it? ) as the guy got out a notepad.

"so,  what’s your name, age, grade, role you play in the greek system (president, vice president, social chair, member, pledge) and what house you are in and why you decided on that house”

“first off, how are you? you good? you lookin’ great, lovin’ the hair. don’t evah let someone tell you not to dye your hair blue. over there lookin’ like sexy smurf, you bettah werk, bitch.”

the reporter smiles, running a hand through his hair.

“anyway though, to the folks at home ya’ll can call me jp or jay patrick, but if you wanna write me a check for the fliest mo-fo since space jam, jeremiah merrick is always at your service.  i’m 21,” he points to the camera, “who tryna link up for a sex on the beach?” he winks, “i’ma junior, and i’m a member of epsilon kappa tau. ekt till i die!!” he barks, throwing in a dog howl, “this house was a no brainer. check it, we rich, we fly, and we party till we die. we also got a bomb ass color scheme and that’s really important. ain’t nobody tryna be out here in shit brown tryna stomp the yard.”

the reporter snickers "uh, are you a New York native? If not where are you from and what brought you to NYU? Do you like the city life?”

"real talk, i used to hate new york. i’m from north carolina, right, so we loud down there but we not ny loud. you know how fuckin’ annoying it is when you’re not the loudest bitch in a room? like i’m tryna explain myself and this sara ann chick cutting me off with her shenanigans. that’s another thing i won’t get used to -- random people cutting you off mid-sentence. like, damn john you’ll get your turn to talk about your new tanning bed, back back.”

"with all these thoughts you must be a psychology major, right? or a theatre major? If you had to choose another major right this second that had nothing to do with your current one what would you choose?”

jp pauses, “why i gotta be a theatre major? is it ‘cause i’m loud and black?! the nerve!!”

“no, no that’s not ---”

jp starts laughing, “i’m just fuckin’ with you, man. nah, i’m not a theatre major, but that was my second choice. i’m a dance major. i’m a b e a s t with these legs, bruh.”

the reporter takes a deep breath, "you’ve been in the greek life for some time, any crazy stories you can share with us regarding your time in a fraternity? Were you hazed as a pledge?”

“nah, nah, see you tryna trick me into sellin’ out my frat. nah, jp ain’t a snitch.” he folds his arms over his chest, then leans forward, “but, if you tryna pay me then i can tell you what true hides under his bed. hint: it vibrates.”

"speaking of true, what is your relationship with the higher ups in your house, do you think they could be nicer? Meaner? What about your fellow members and the pledges?

“i mean errybody cool in their own way, ya know? i’m not that tight with everyone which is my bad. i don’t like being tied down so i kick it with a lot of people on greek row. but i think true doin’ the damn thing with his faxhawk headed ass. you think there’s a club of hot bald dudes i don’t know about? just a bunch of fuckers runnin’ ‘round shining each other’s head talkin’ about the good ol’ days when they had hair? i think about that every time i look at true. i bet if he bent down i could see my reflection on the side of his head. he cool though.”

unsure how to react, the reporter pulls at his collar and continues, “What, uh, what’s your favorite and least favorite class so far? Are you on any teams or in any clubs? If so how is that?”

jp wets his lips, leaning back in his chair, “favorite’s gotta be film appreciation. i mean it’s a mad early and fucking long class -- that’s the type a class make you rethink why movies gotta be 2 hours long. like damn debbie just suck his dick so we can roll credits. but, nah it’s lit. we just watched, uh, shit what’s it called? run loila run or something like that. it was nice and had like no dialogue. a lot of running though. like that bitch was gone. least favorite is african american writers of the 1920s. my professor picked a lot of slave books, which, i get, ya know, but roarin’ 20s, was that not a thing? i get it, we used to pick cotton, but i swear there was other shit poppin’ off too.” he shrugs, “i’m a cheerleader! ra-ra, bitches! i love every second of it. special shout out to my boo thangs!”

“so you must’ve looked forward to gaining a lot from this school year, then?  Is there any event you wished you attended; maybe the first game of the year, or the first debate?”

jp shakes his head, “i don’t try to set some goal like that, that’s that new years type bull that i don’t do. i was just looking forward to growth. bein’ better and fiercer than yesterday. i didn’t make the first game ‘cause i twisted my ankle, but i was back and shakin’ my pom poms all up and through new york by game three, sooooo...”

"If you were asked to put your current most important item into a time capsule what would it be and why? Do you think ten, twenty years from now that item will still hold an importance in your life?”

tilting his head in thought, jp takes a moment to respond, “see, my most important thing can’t be put into a capsule. the most important thing to me is my personality. who i am, what i do, that keeps me goin’. if i bottled that into a capsule the lid wouldn’t even close, my guy, but it’s for damn sure still gonna be important to me years later. i am who i am. i don’t hide that from anyone. i’m loud, effeminate, confident -- proud as fuck.”

"i hear that. What are your thoughts on the other fraternity/sororities apart of Greek row? Is there one house you dislike, is there one you are envious of, is there maybe one you are scared of?”

“you diggin’ for dirt, i see you. out here tryna be the male rita skeeter. but, nah, like i think all the others frats and whatnot are chill. no beef, no qualms. at least on my end. whatever dirt you tryna find, you should point that shovel towards kappa alpha. it’s always some shit with them. it’s like a taco bell bathroom over there 24/7. i’m all for dramatics, but i don’t do drama.”

"well, with that in mind if you had to give three pieces of advice to an upcoming freshman in terms of rushing or being apart of a fraternity what would you tell them?

“stay away from kappa, run bitch, run!!!! nah, i’m fuckin’ with ya. listen, ya gotta listen to your gut and follow through. your instincts are always right. secondly, be you. no one wants to be around a fake person all the time. this isn’t bravo and you are not kenya moore. and lastly, if you’re ever uncomfortable don’t be afraid to speak up. can’t nobody make you feel dirty without your consent. hazin’ or otherwise.”

"Do you actually feel like you are apart of a brotherhood? Is that the most important thing of Greek Life? Why did you choose to go Greek?”

“shhh, don’t say that i’m tryna make true my one and only. why you tryna be incestral?!” jp chuckles, “on the real, i think we can all be closer. go skinny dipping and hold each other’s penises for support type, but yeah. i got brothers for life. i chose greek for the lessons, the parties, and the experience. i never would’ve gone to australia or sucked my 4th dick -- shoutout to juan from club inferno! -- without goin’ greek. so, go greek and suck a dick, kids.”

"this was quite an interview, man. do you wanna sign off with a quote you believe describes your time so far this year?”

“a quote from my carolina beauty maya a always brings me joy. and it goes a lil’ somethin’ like this, ‘My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.’” jp bows.

“thank you, jp.” the reporter shakes his hand.

“thank you, sexy smurf.”

[fckjensenteague-blog]

⏩ Fuck love, give me diamonds I'm already in love with                                                             myself ⏪

jensen lived for attention ( she was like tinkerbell that way ) so when a rando newspaper enthusiast was all like, ‘do you want to be interviewed about pledge life?’ the blonde nearly fell over with excitement. she’d flat ironed her hair for the occasion & put on a dash of nude lipstick & her favorite stripped sweater. oh she was going to work that camera like a stripper pole & didn’t care if she gave the reporter a heart attack ( or hard on ) in the process.

“so, where do you want me?” she asked the drop jawed guy ( nailed it ). he points to a chair as a small camcorder sits behind him. they were in the lobby area of phi gamma delta so a few of jensen’s soon-to-be sisters walked back & forth as he asked his questions. not that she minded -- the camera ( & reporter ) were clearly only focused on her.

“so, um, introduce yourself name, age, grade, role you play in the greek system and what house you are in and why you decided on that house.”

jensen points to the large letters behind her, “for those that failed greek lit that stands for phi gamma delta. i’m a pledge here -- a kickass one. & for those that also don’t know my name - for whatever reason - i’m jensen marie teague. i go by jen, but i’ll answer to almost anything. i’m 19, a freshman, & i picked phi gamma because i lost a bet.” a pause, “no really. my mom bet me i couldn’t eat these annoyingly hot peppers & i was like game on - i don’t back down from a challenge, okay? so i was 2 deep in this thing & nearly fucking died, so i lost & had to pledge her sorority. do i look like a phi gamma? i’m clearly an alpha, but...” she shrugs, “they’re not all bad here once you take the stick out their asses.”

the reporter stifles a chuckle, “are you a New York native? If not where are you from and what brought you to NYU? Do you like the city life?”

“ugh, no. i’m from iowa. all about that midwest swag & don’t get it twisted i like that whole country vibe but i also like the city. you can put me anywhere & i’d be a-ok. except florida. fuck florida. i’m literally here because of my mom. i went on like 4 campus tours from la to here & a bitch wanted to go to ucla, but my mom talked this school up so damn much i had to see if it was worth it. i mean the parties aren’t half bad & the women here are a1 so i’m good.”

the reporter blushes a bit, clearing his throat.

“what’s wrong? you want me to stroke your ego too? aw, poor baby. the guys here are just as cute. all better? did your dick grow 2 inches? can we move on?”

he chokes a bit & nods, “uh, what’s your major and why did you pick it? If you had to choose another major right this second that had nothing to do with your current one what would you choose?”

“political science, because fuck the man that’s why. no like seriously fuck the man & the government & the cops. i want to destroy all these powers & fuck shit up. ya know, be a lawyer. if i couldn’t be a political science major i’d probably be a business major. or a science major.” she shrugs.

“Do you have any crazy stories you can share with us regarding your time in a sorority? What has your rushing been like so far?”

“i once made a sister cry.” she says nonchalantly, “i don’t even remember what i said to be honest, but she started bawling. it was gross. she looked like kim k with rabies. anyway, rushings been fine? like they make us polish their shoes & shit & do other rando things, but its not like they’re asking me to commit murder. i draw the line at murder.”

“What is your relationship with the higher ups in your house, do you think they could be nicer? Meaner? What about your fellow members and the pledges?”

“they’re almost all so nice i want to punch myself in the face. & those that aren’t are stuck up as fuck & then those that aren’t either of those are trying to get drunk 24/7. like calm down tila tequila. go to class. read a book. cel & bianca are my favs. the true queens of phi gamma delta, fuck whatever you heard.”

a stray phi gamma walks by with a small scowl on her face, the reporter moves on, “What is your favorite and least favorite class so far? Are you on any teams or in any clubs? If so how is that?”

“i hate all my classes. what asshole thought 8am classes were fun? they should be slapped. & all the classes i need are early as hell, like the fuck kind of system? this school wants me to fail. i’m convinced. i might join debate, but i’m too aggressive for sports. i’ll punch a bitch in the nose if she blocked my jumpshot probably.”

“What are you hoping to gain throughout this school year? Is there any event you wish to attend; maybe the first game of the year, or the first debate?”

jen shrugs, “i dunno. fuck buddies would be cool. couple friends sprinkled here & there. maybe an a in french -- wouldn’t that be the shit? any event where there’s fun & women i’m down.”

“If you were asked to put your current most important item into a time capsule what would it be and why? Do you think ten, twenty years from now that item will still hold an importance in your life?”

“um..” jen puts her foot under her as she thinks, “my instagram.” she nods, “it’s lit as fuck, okay? follow me, satanshellcat. & probably not. if i’m thirty-nine still getting turnt on a tuesday i need counseling.”

“What are your thoughts on the other fraternity/sororities apart of Greek row? Is there one house you dislike, is there one you are envious of, is there maybe one you are scared of?”

“hold up, wait, there’s other sororities besides this & alpha? well fuck, tell me something. no, okay phi gamma delta is the shit because i’m here. alpha chi omega is the diamonds of all this shit so they chill.” jen pulls out here phone to look up the rest, “gamma phi beta looks like they’re all late to their glee auditions. ‘they’re the most ambitious’ aka most lame. except chandler, chandler is bae & i don’t fuck with lame bitches. zelta tau know damn well they’re only important because roma is their president. have you heard of them? exactly. kappa kappa looks like that house from house bunny. not counting my besties max & bo though. they’re perfect. oh fuck, frats. so, if i wanted to be bi for a night all dudes from tke & alpha kappa could get it. phi sigma nu all look like they want a spot on amc beatin’ up zombies, then they get bit, & die. beta theta looks so boring holy fuck no. ‘the boys of beta theta pi are a bit of a mystery’ aka boring, oh okay. delta psi all look like they’re trying way too hard. bleh.”

“If you had to give three pieces of advice to an upcoming freshman in terms of rushing or being apart of a sorority/fraternity what would you tell them?”

“1, research what kind of shit fest you’re getting yourself into. no one wants to sit at the misfit table. 2, be yourself. don’t follow this pledge or whatever. no one wants a carbon copy of some rando person. 3, get to know the higher ups. kiss ass if you have to. because those people matter more than anyone else.”

“Do you actually feel like you are apart of a sisterhood? Is that the most important thing of Greek Life? Why did you choose to go Greek?”

“i mean we argue, fight, love, hug like sisters, so yeah.” she shrugs, “ha, no. like i said i lost a bet to be here. sisterhood is fine because i do like a few, but they have some pull with jobs & i’m all about my stacks. i chose greek because i’m a momma’s girl & she talked up greek life & i’m like ‘i want that shit’, so here i am.”

“wanna sign off with a quote you believe describes your time so far this year?”

“um, fuck bitches get money.”

the reporter laughs as he reaches behind to cut the camera off.