Life is a Cabaret

I have been so tired lately. I have avoided doing almost everything that requires effort. Including writing, which makes me feel guilty, because I still have to do the Support Stacie fic (gah I am so late, sorry, wiggiemomsi). Also, shinyopals, I am so going to be on IM more often and get a move on with Vegas-fic.

I don't think I've hit my saturation point for lazing around--I don't think I have a saturation point for lazing around XD--but I need to be more active and not spend all my time reading books and fic and watching DVDs.

School just made me feel so tired. I sort of want to tell my mom that when she starts nagging me about getting out of the house more, but since she's been a high school teacher for thirty years, plus having a Master's when I'm not even done with my BA yet, I don't really have that many grounds for complaint. :p But I was just getting so weary at the end of the semester that I was almost to the point of not caring about school so long as I had time to rest. Which feels silly to me, because I didn't even really have that big a load. My classes were not that hard, since I could keep up after not reading more than half whatever reading was assigned. I didn't have any papers or assignments so onerous that I couldn't just do them the day before. I only really studied for one of the three finals I had. Why was I so tired?

(I mean mentally more than physically, though I am physically tired as well. But I'm pretty sure that being physically tired often comes with being out of shape and having an inactive lifestyle, so I know I'm getting pretty much what I bargained for with that. Is mental tiredness a side effect?)

But on the other hand, I'm pleased I didn't let my fatigue affect me that much. I got the best grades I've had in years, and, I just found out, made the Dean's List for the first time ever. (Whoo!) So hey, even if I do get ridiculously tired, it's nice to know that I can rise above it.

Which means, it's now time to rise above it. I've had a very nice three weeks off, but now I really need to get off my ass and turn in my damn job applications and start writing my fics.

At least remixredux09 is about to start. My favorite ficathon, yay! I could always write fic I liked for this ficathon, even during my 2006/2007 Years of Deadness.

So. Soon I will go to bed, but definitely starting tomorrow, I will do job apps, fic, collaborating, and updating LJ more often. *firm nod*

ETA: OMG it's raining! *bounces* It's been raining so often the last week. And thunderstorms! I love thunderstorms. We get lots of rain in Tacoma, but very few thunderstorms. More of those in Reno, for all that there's so much less yearly rain.

ETA 2: Apparently I can't shut up and I'd rather edit my post than make a new one. I was just thinking about some fic reviews I left recently. I've always been a long reviewer when I have the time (as in, reviews so long that they take multiple comments), but I think I've really improved in noticing and talking about the nuances of a story because of my writing classes. Like, really noticing specific word choices and what they add to a story. In reviews I wrote years ago I could rhapsodize about more general things--beautiful language, characterization moments, etc--but I think taking writing classes has helped me become a better reader. My professors have always told me that reading will make me a better writer, but I didn't realize it worked the other way around too. Very cool.