(Noun) Hilltern: an undergrad that interns on Capitol Hill. Easily recognized by their backpack and suit combination and air of supremacy tangible from a mile away. The Hilltern is a sexually voracious species- when two rats are placed in the same room for a prolonged period of time, they attempt o procreate. This is known as the Hilltern Principle (Everybody, 2015). Hilltern behavioral patterns include: standing on the left side on escalators, whining about metro delays, wearing a suit every day to class even though said intern is not interning that day, mentioning their future presidency and dad's money, and contributing nothing of value to society.
How to approach a Hilltern:
The Hilltern is not a fearless creature and is easily frightened by other Hillterns with a more desirable position, and is also easily frightened by loud noises. They will scurry away at the smallest threat. Threat level: 0.
"Being a Hilltern is great. I get to work on Capitol Hill and contribute to society. I'm really learning a lot at my internship on the Hill."
"You play on your phone the whole day. You literally do nothing."
"Did I mention I intern on the Hill?"
The turning point of alcohol consumption at which the alcohol consumer (continuing to consume alcohol) begins to feel increasingly less awkward in increasingly more awkward situations.
Example 1:
Person 1: "Dude, last night I totally passed The Hillyer Apex. I was straight macin' on that girl from the movie Precious."
Person 2: "Oh god, man, I know. I was so past The Hillyer Apex that I started makin' out with the EMTs on the way to the hospital."
Example 2:
Person 1: "Yeah, we totally hooked up last night and this morning... he didn't even remember my name."
Person 2: "Sounds like he might have been past The Hillyer Apex."
A phrase said repeatedly during a typical day at Hopkinton High School. Shouted at opposing teams at football games to claim superiority against the non-Hiller opponents. Just remember, We Are Hillers (x420)
to drive about the isolated upper escalante neighborhood of Indian Hill (a suburb of Cincinnati, OH) while smokingmarijuana. The affects are calming and mellow while taking in the supeficiality of the surroundings. Be careful though, the Indian Hill Rangers dont take kindly to outsiders.
A meaningless, unimpressive, self-serving introduction. An indicator that the story about to be shared will be pointless and dumb.
Back when I lived in upstate new york, I also had to park on the street - on two occasions, we got enough snow, mixed with just the right plowing, that my car was lifted off the ground from so much snow being jammed underneath it.
Sister: This meeting was to discuss the rough draft of my essay, where we discussed the subsidiary questions I added in my rough draft. We also discussed the relationship between my main title and the real-life situations I chose to use in my essay. We discussed the structure of my essay as well, specifically the Math AOK section and how it relates to the contradiction of the title. This second meeting was particularly helpful in discussing the implications of my essay claims and how to apply the title across various areas of knowledge. There were many sections of the essay that could have been cut down in wordiness and the ways of knowing required further and more in-depth analysis.
An absolutely foolproof way to keep minors from viewing content deemed "too mature" for them to watch.
Billy: "So I was trying to watch some videos for an M rated game, and I ran into an age gate, so I put in my realbirthday. SOMEHOW it managed to figure out that I am 12. CURSE YOU AGE GATE!!!"
Bill: "Fucking age gate! *quick scroll* THERE! I was born on January 1, 1904. Fuck you age gate."
A)
The Crud that collects under the keys in a keyboard. Usually more severe in the keyboards of programmers and webmasters as they tend to spend a lot of time at the the computer and thus eat at their desk. Mainly affecting IBM Model M (clicly) style boards.
B)
Can also be used to gross out Non-Techie people
A)
Bill: want to go to the club?
Bob: No, I've got to clean out my board chow, keys are starting to stick.
B)
Bill: Want to go out to get a bite?
Bob: No, i am just going to have some of my board chow/
Bill: Whats' that?
Bob: The food scraps that collect in my keyboard; Want some?
Bill: *GAG* *HURL* *GAG*