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Food for thought:

"Be determined in all your endevours. Tenacity is the key to sucess"
-Dr. Borella.

My anthropology professor constantly blows my mind. I have much to learn from what she offers.

Tenacity: The quality or fact of being very determined.

Open yurr miinds.

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Learn something.

I read in my anthropology book “invoking childeren in household responsibilities might result in less ‘self focused’ personality formation & more NURTURANT-RESPONSIBLE people.

Nurturant vs. dependent-dominate people & narcissistic people.

Nurturant-responsible people: is characterized by caring & sharing acts towards other childeren making them.

Dependent-dominate people: involved fewer acts of caregiving, more acts that assert dominance over other childerenf & more need for care by adults

Extremely levels of ‘dependent dominate people’ may lead to a narcissistic personality which is someone who constantly seek self-attention & self-affirmation with NO concern for other peoples needs.
So with that being said? Who are you? & lesson taught: mommas chores did us good. Thanks.! Mother knows best.
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Food for thought:

What are you doing today to make the world a better place?
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Relevance:

That moment when your on yurr way to get yurr smoke on and you pass someone who’s eyes are low & red & you just smile & nod.
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Stoner moment:

While being stoned outta yurr mind wanting to use the restroom before class & you go exactly where you know you need to and you walk in the bathroom, yet things are different…urinals men’s bathroom you realize, unless this is the ‘family’ restroom oh but it’s school, yes yurr in the wrong restroom. Hahahaha and walk out cracking up.

Food for thought:

"We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are"
Anaïs Nin

We see them as society shapes us…defeat societal ways & judgments. Stand up for what’s right & remain open minded.
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Stoner Moment:

you know those days where you wanna be baked baked baked, not the everyday high but the lets smoke ourselves stupid kind of high? & you wanna get fancy too with one of those nice as views?

let me tell you bout my roll dawg & I… 

boom!!! bong backpack plus the backpack with the gravity bongs utensils on our backs get out the car walking our way up a bitch of a hill when I say aye let me roll a blunt hand me the grinder & she looks at me saying damn I fergot the herb in the car…..& I explain to her nah don’t trip I got the herb …then she asked the other herb?…the one she had. so as we are walking back she puts the back pack down & grabs the keys to run to the car….she comes back BOOM!!! round two (fer the attempt) so we start walking up the hill & take a break while walking up to hit the gravity n roll a blunt. we sit & take fat rips by this time we’re high. & some people are walking past us, yet off the trail & we sit there debating if we wanna follow the trail or not….then we decide its a go. we get all our shit together and get up in a hurry to go. as we are walking this off trail we spark up then BOOM! damn aye what about snakes n shit? im not into that….so we turn back around and decide to go farther up fer a better view and to take bong tokes now. we walk farther up & take our hits, enjoy the high including the view…..we spark up the other blunt. chilling being high…then all of a sudden im all ”aye where are my keys” she replies ”in yurr pocket”? fuuuuuck I think to myself…I dropped them theyre not in my pocket….last time I left them we were sitting maybe theyre where we were sitting before this, lets go check…..aye but used yurr flashlight were not gonna be able to see shit. (its dark as fuck by now) from left to right we search….then damn maybe we dropped it on that off trail. its hella dark & those damn snakes are out but we gotta find those keys so there we go once again. nope not there…..damn maybe when we were walking up I dropped them we walk all the way the damn hill. nothing cant find shit & It dawns on me YOU had them last!!!! you ran to get the herb check yurr pockets….nope not in her pockets….we think damn maybe at the top top top where we finished, maybe we didn’t look to the left so all the way up the fucking hill we go…with the back packs n shit with us…BOOOM! back up the dark ass steepass hill……not a fucking thing. maybe in the backpacks???? we completely empty out the back packs…nothing. all this while top of the hill….aye maybe you left them in the car? nahhhh she convinces me she handed them to me. Im thinking damn I lost them & shes thinking damn I lost them. HOW THE FUCK ARE WE GETTING HOME?  if I call my momma shes gonna beat my ass and be all how the fuck did you lose yurr keys? lets go check….down the hill we go. all this is baked as fuck…so while we are walking down we decide okay us looking into a car at night checking if we left the keys in the car is gonna seem like we’re about to jack the shit, we are high as fuck & we have too much shit on us, but im not about to leave my shit anywhere…lets just go real quick n look in the windows n we’ll think to what to do after. so we walk to the car its parked across the street, I see the driver side and my cars still sitting there. Im like fuuuuuck alright Im looking in through the driver side & her the passenger side. NOTHING. uh-fucking-gain…now back up the hill this tyme her fones dying so not much light. & were devising stupid ass plans: lets break into the car n hot wire that shit home…I got an alarm tho we gotta be fast….then ima call my sister n have her grab the spare key from my pad….damn what if the spare key is sitting in the car….what if we call yurr brother to bring a flashlight so we can see shit….nah he wont roll through….or he can swoop us up, what about mah car?…then what if I call my sisters man n have him bring the key…so I texted him……& were waiting thinking all this shit & im all lets go check the car again real quick…did you check the door maybe you left it in the door?…..nah nah I checked……damn alright well if we get into the car I think I have my spare….damn if push comes to shove I gotta call my moms which isn’t good at all. so from the hill again we walk down, looking in the car like hoodlums up to no good. then I hear my name look up she fucking throws me the keys….diiiick they were on the door. all that fucking searching n hill walking for the keys to be on the door where my shit could’ve been jacked. DAMN!!!! fo real tho? some shit when yurr high. sick stoner moment. mensas.

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