A small (but tight-knit) group of truly insane people at Stanford Dance Marathon. Apparently just being a dancer for 24 hours isn't quite enough, so they show up early, leave late, go insanely nuts the entire time, and make everyone else feel silly for even considering taking a break.
"My feet hurt. But if the maniac moralers can do 30 minutes of cartwheels... on stage... in ninja turtle costumes... to Lady Gaga's Pokerface... I guess I can keep going."
when you're holding up your phone and making faces at it, as though you are taking a selfie, but you're really taking a picture of the person across from you or the wall or anything else that seems interesting but you don't want to be caught dead taking a picture of.
This action is often made more convincing by wiggling the eyebrows or opening the mouth, to pretend you're trying to get a Snapchat filter to work.
FRIEND A: "Did you just take a stealthie of me?"
FRIEND B (turning phone around): "no I was just using snapchat's new filter, see?"