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etymological anomalies i drop constantly.

Oftentimes, by virtue of being an internet-junkie, I pick up sayings and isms and things without really realizing where they originated. My brain is like Nicholas Allen's from Andrew Clements' brilliant book Frindle, I make up neologisms because they are fun, and use them often because I love and value cultural soupage of verbage. (See? Can't help it!) 

So here are a few of my favorite more recent etymological anomalies that I tend to drop every other word. #SariNOTsorry ;) 

#LOWKEY
I say this a lot. It's intended usage, according to urbandictionary, is to indicate that something is meant to be kept quiet or secret, or on the down-low

Whate'er, I use it as a like or um or when I'm tryna talk quieter, but fail miserably. 


#swaggher (& by extension, #swoopswoop)
 this has a very clear origin story. I re-watched the video above with new friends in chicago, and realized that the term "swaggher" and "swoopswoop" had the potential to reverberate and resonate with many in my generation. (GENERASHUN!) so i just started using them. 
an oft-repeated, related phrase is "CUE THE SWAG SONG!"  

Thank you, JusReign for providing me with endless wisdom and so much cultural pwnage. 
#swoopswoop
#norcal 
 I had not realized how this is NOT a thing that all inhabitors of northern california call nor cal. By the third week of school at USC, using this term was already ingrained. Too many of my peers could trace their immediate ancestry back to this magical land far, far (okay, not that far) away, that I knew its name better than my own. (I'm from the East Coast... I'm from Boston... I'm from Burlington, MA... I'm from... gah, how specific do you want me to be again?!) 

#SC 
The nickname of the greatest university to ever grace this planet with its presence. aka The University of Southern California. aka USC. aka 'SC. SouthernCal is NOT what we are also known as. thank you. 
#humblebrag
Think I just saw this the once on twitter, but the image it evoked left a lasting impact. 
I love the idea that one can brag humbly. It makes self-appreciation seem more welcome and to share your achievements with others simpler and less onerous. 

Another related concept that I created is the #humblebragswag during which one with one's peers goes around stating a humble brag. They scale from HUMBLEST to BRAGGIEST. The humblest brag wins. (aka #besticebreakerEVARRR) 
#winning: usually said out: "hashtag-WINNING!"
this one is a true cultural phenom from a few years ago, but my father's undying love of charlie sheen in "two and a half men" and my undying love of making fun of charlie sheen from "two and a half men" have resulted in my overuse of this term. I love using it ironically, in jest, and in earnest. It's silly, and oftentimes with the right company evokes just the right vibe of humor that I love to infuse in all my interactions with humankind. 
:) 

lowkey, this was one of the most enjoyable posts I have written in a long, long time. 

xoxo,
maithreyi ;) 

NANO words: ...somewhere around 4000? 
let's not talk about it ;) 

PLANETRIPS: VIII

CONFERENCES: III

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