1. Thwump, verb : to enter IC-3 from the back, sign and leave.
2. Thwumparghhhh, noun : the exasperation one feels when the guy or girl (mostly guy) between you and the door won't let you thwump.
3. Artoo, noun : a geeky bespectacled (think big thick specs) guy with books in his hand. the image of an iitian for a non iitian. Seriously where are these guys?
4. Deetooo, noun : a feminine entity, thought only to exist in the mind of iitians. Leopard sightings are rare but these sightings are even rarer.
5. Lompy, verb : to spend 2 hours waiting for the guy or girl (mostly guy) next to you to finish his or her (mostly his) lab work so you can copy the answers and get the heck out of there.
6. Ikkee, noun : the filling up of your room with insects and bugs because you're playing Warcraft 3 or aoe or cs and just cant get up to close the door.
7. Kozrak, noun : the icky sight of dead insects in your bucket because you're having a bath after a week. You then put the bucket back under your bed and decide to have a bath a week later. It has been reported that this kozrak is followed by another more severe kozrak a week later.
8. Esop, verb : the act of locking yourself up in your room before the clock strikes 12 on your birthday because you don't want to be beaten up.
9. Prango, noun : the feeling that an extremely embarrassing nick name is going to stick for the rest of your tenure in IIT or maybe longer.
10. Recno, noun : the minute hope that the other person in the rick will whip out his or her (mostly his) wallet and pay for the rick.
11. Recnono, noun : the even minuter hope that you'll meet someone at shack who is willing to pay for a cup of iced tea.
12. Asomb, noun : the mere translocation of one's sleeping place from his bed to the classroom at 8:30 in the morning.
13. Shwocks, noun : the feeling of surprised anticipation and mellow regret you get when the senior calls you to his table.
14. Shwucks, noun : the exasperation one feels when one walks all the way to MB at 8 25 in the morning only to realize that there is no class.
Friday, July 20, 2007
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