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yea....I dunno, but like....I'm just gonna throw together this topic/thread thing and such so as to try and get whatever point it is across...
so like...have any of you ever been "Burnt-Out" before?
Ya-know...like where several things just don't become fun anymore, or if like you're depressed and/or your taking drugs and such(like yo ass jeff hardy?:boxed: )
I dunno....But like, here's my story and such....as Detective KenFan investigates "Burn-Outs!"
caught on TAPE.....:clap_1:
KenFan's Highschool Football Burn-Out Story:
Well, so like around last year during summer,
I signed up to be a part of my high-school's football team....
exercises and such didn't start til like around August and such, so I had several jobs and such during June/July.....
basically I worked my ass off and such.
Like every other night or so, my mother would like go out and party and such , basically leaving me to chill at tha house on tha "Rez" with my pet cat....and such, I'd clean up most of the basement, wash dishes, etc....
Usually she'd be back with like 2 to 5 friends and I'd be waking up at around 1 to 3 am(depends on whenever they got to the house) and I'd be like "WTF?...HEy!..I'm trying to sleep here!" and such, I dunno....but like i had to escort several of them Drunk-busta'pa'darz outta my house..ya-heard?!
anywayz.....
lets like skip ahead to the football thing...
So here I am all tired and shit on the field, after having to toss-out several drunks outta my house and such, and we're doing all these exercises and such, I'm doing alright and keeping up...Basically I'm Shawn-Michaels'ing-it(in the sense that he puts in all his effort, even when he's exhausted).
anyways, I'm standing around and basically all with a bit of a headache and tired and stuff, its early morning, loads of mosquitos and nat'z and stuff buzzing around my sweaty head and i'm standing there annoyed ,like
"Man...Fuck Off! you little insects!"
Anyways...after like a week of practice;
I'm kind've tired, but right after practice
I'd go to work and such for several hours,
make it back to house intime to shower,
watch some wrestling with my "BOy-Eez!", clean up tha house,and such, then wrap tha day up by spending about 30 minutes spamming up IWF,
since like I didn't know 'bout any damn rules and such,
so like I guess that be why my black ass got banned some times and such....word
and like after that I'd sleep,
til she got back to the house with her friends and I'd have to like be a Bouncer and kick drunks outta my house all gangsta style.....then back to bed....sleep for like 3 hours til 6:45 am....and then get dressed, shower, then head down the road to my cousin's house by around 7:30 am, so as to get a ride into town, do the practice for like 4 hours from around 8 am to 12 pm, then get a ride back to my place, quick shower, get in work clothes, then get a ride into the other town(where my dad lives) and work at this gas station called "kwik-trip" and chill there and stuff....
I dunno...but basically I was starting to get a bit paranoid and depressed and stressed out and such....
My father like always told me to
"work hard and learn to eat shit and like the taste of it cause thats what hard work is, and you've gotta deal with it if you wanna become something in life",
and since like My Fathers always got like 3 different jobs and such,
and he manages to make plenty of money and such,
I kinda look up to him since he basically started out in life with jack shit and managed to make it in life kind've-sort-of...in a good-positive way and such...basically a happy-ending or something,
so anyways like I guess I kind've allowed my self to become "over-worked" with my schedule and all....and yea...
So one day, while in the lockerroom I kind've to myself in my mind said
"Fuck this!" and I walked out and spent a day in town,
got some mountain dew & some chips and chilled and like then I decided i'd go to the lake/park place, but I kind've didn't plan my route, I just started walking passed the school and kinda-didn't think about it
til then I guess my coach saw me and shouted my name...I was like "Wtf?...who be saying me man-name?"
and like he asked where I was, and I kind'a made up a
"BS" lie-story bout being at a birthday party.....
he knew i lied and told me to head to the lockerroom
and get my padz and gear on and run laps around the field and such....
so like I head into the school, walk to the lockerroom, then I went out the exit in the back of the school...
so I bailed pretty much, I made sure to take the long way across town to get to the park and tan and swim and such...
then, when it was near-noon on my watch I decided to head back into town and like I snuck back inside the school,
stealthed-it past my coaches,
managed to blend into the lockerroom ,
head out the same back exit as the one I left through beforehand;
This time my uncle was there, sitting in his car,reading a newspaper........I entered the car and he asked "how was practice?" and I was like
"Yea, it was Great...I totally tackled this one fat kid today, you should've seen it."....
He believed me....til my cousin came outt've the lockerroom-entered the car and busted me out by asking right away "Where'd You go?!"
and like I was like in my mind saying "ohh $hit....stupid!..you narc!"
Later on , when school started I guess like several people knew by then 'bout me defiantly disobeying tha coach and walking out like a "Badass" and such and like I guess it got me some Cool-Points and such...so afterall it helped me personify my Bad-ass Rebel-Skateboarder Image at school
so that had some good results in my case...
artytime:
so like i guess...thats one story of burn-outs and such....
so like..post your burn out style story for the rest of us to giggle at :basketball:
it can be about anything you've been burnt-out about....just post it up in here...ya-heard?
yea....I dunno, but like....I'm just gonna throw together this topic/thread thing and such so as to try and get whatever point it is across...
so like...have any of you ever been "Burnt-Out" before?
Ya-know...like where several things just don't become fun anymore, or if like you're depressed and/or your taking drugs and such(like yo ass jeff hardy?:boxed: )
I dunno....But like, here's my story and such....as Detective KenFan investigates "Burn-Outs!"
caught on TAPE.....:clap_1:
KenFan's Highschool Football Burn-Out Story:
Well, so like around last year during summer,
I signed up to be a part of my high-school's football team....
exercises and such didn't start til like around August and such, so I had several jobs and such during June/July.....
basically I worked my ass off and such.
Like every other night or so, my mother would like go out and party and such , basically leaving me to chill at tha house on tha "Rez" with my pet cat....and such, I'd clean up most of the basement, wash dishes, etc....
Usually she'd be back with like 2 to 5 friends and I'd be waking up at around 1 to 3 am(depends on whenever they got to the house) and I'd be like "WTF?...HEy!..I'm trying to sleep here!" and such, I dunno....but like i had to escort several of them Drunk-busta'pa'darz outta my house..ya-heard?!
anywayz.....
lets like skip ahead to the football thing...
So here I am all tired and shit on the field, after having to toss-out several drunks outta my house and such, and we're doing all these exercises and such, I'm doing alright and keeping up...Basically I'm Shawn-Michaels'ing-it(in the sense that he puts in all his effort, even when he's exhausted).
anyways, I'm standing around and basically all with a bit of a headache and tired and stuff, its early morning, loads of mosquitos and nat'z and stuff buzzing around my sweaty head and i'm standing there annoyed ,like
"Man...Fuck Off! you little insects!"
Anyways...after like a week of practice;
I'm kind've tired, but right after practice
I'd go to work and such for several hours,
make it back to house intime to shower,
watch some wrestling with my "BOy-Eez!", clean up tha house,and such, then wrap tha day up by spending about 30 minutes spamming up IWF,
since like I didn't know 'bout any damn rules and such,
so like I guess that be why my black ass got banned some times and such....word
and like after that I'd sleep,
til she got back to the house with her friends and I'd have to like be a Bouncer and kick drunks outta my house all gangsta style.....then back to bed....sleep for like 3 hours til 6:45 am....and then get dressed, shower, then head down the road to my cousin's house by around 7:30 am, so as to get a ride into town, do the practice for like 4 hours from around 8 am to 12 pm, then get a ride back to my place, quick shower, get in work clothes, then get a ride into the other town(where my dad lives) and work at this gas station called "kwik-trip" and chill there and stuff....
I dunno...but basically I was starting to get a bit paranoid and depressed and stressed out and such....
My father like always told me to
"work hard and learn to eat shit and like the taste of it cause thats what hard work is, and you've gotta deal with it if you wanna become something in life",
and since like My Fathers always got like 3 different jobs and such,
and he manages to make plenty of money and such,
I kinda look up to him since he basically started out in life with jack shit and managed to make it in life kind've-sort-of...in a good-positive way and such...basically a happy-ending or something,
so anyways like I guess I kind've allowed my self to become "over-worked" with my schedule and all....and yea...
So one day, while in the lockerroom I kind've to myself in my mind said
"Fuck this!" and I walked out and spent a day in town,
got some mountain dew & some chips and chilled and like then I decided i'd go to the lake/park place, but I kind've didn't plan my route, I just started walking passed the school and kinda-didn't think about it
til then I guess my coach saw me and shouted my name...I was like "Wtf?...who be saying me man-name?"
and like he asked where I was, and I kind'a made up a
"BS" lie-story bout being at a birthday party.....
he knew i lied and told me to head to the lockerroom
and get my padz and gear on and run laps around the field and such....
so like I head into the school, walk to the lockerroom, then I went out the exit in the back of the school...
so I bailed pretty much, I made sure to take the long way across town to get to the park and tan and swim and such...
then, when it was near-noon on my watch I decided to head back into town and like I snuck back inside the school,
stealthed-it past my coaches,
managed to blend into the lockerroom ,
head out the same back exit as the one I left through beforehand;
This time my uncle was there, sitting in his car,reading a newspaper........I entered the car and he asked "how was practice?" and I was like
"Yea, it was Great...I totally tackled this one fat kid today, you should've seen it."....
He believed me....til my cousin came outt've the lockerroom-entered the car and busted me out by asking right away "Where'd You go?!"
and like I was like in my mind saying "ohh $hit....stupid!..you narc!"
Later on , when school started I guess like several people knew by then 'bout me defiantly disobeying tha coach and walking out like a "Badass" and such and like I guess it got me some Cool-Points and such...so afterall it helped me personify my Bad-ass Rebel-Skateboarder Image at school
so that had some good results in my case...artytime: so like i guess...thats one story of burn-outs and such....
so like..post your burn out style story for the rest of us to giggle at :basketball:
it can be about anything you've been burnt-out about....just post it up in here...ya-heard?
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