she hoped the world would stop.

there she is, watching her homework dully.
what dreadful words lay on the book beneath her - what lengthy paragraphs stretch before her, and what pages elongate underneath her gaze?
she wondered, but did not focus her eyes to tell. i will give myself one more minute, she thinks. one more minute to rest.
though her sight is blurred, the words still burn out against the white, phrases latching onto her brain despite her protests. nothing of any importance, for the words do not translate in her stubborn head. 'athens and sparta focused on entirely different strengths -'
yes, yes they did, she murmurs, but what has it to do with me?
sighing, she stares longer.
the sun is setting...
... very slowly it grows orange...
purple...
dusk.
- and the room grows dark.
soon her silhouette outlines itself against the blue darkness outside, mostly solid save for the black branches that wave into view. the wind slaps itself against the window, lashing out in an invisible whip. a rush of rain pours down, but all the sounds remain muffled from inside her sanctuary.
the black words against white are now merely black muddled with grey, and the girl squints half-heartedly.
she considers turning on a light. her white hand, fingers still plump stumps, reaches out to the black knob. click, one. her hands hesitate before the second and final click.
dinner. a voice calls out the word, the girl's heavy head snapping away gratefully.

later tonight she wonders, 'how did i do so little today?'
there truly isn't enough time in the day, she says.
wise, now: life is short, kids. it plays tricks on you.

(perhaps she should say 'life' is herself, for she seems to be the one doing the tricking)

when boredom strikes.

hello. i'm sophie.
you, my friend, are the product of boredom.
this post and this blog.
not a bad thing, but... i thought the origin should be shared.
however, it's nice to meet you - a reader. (though i doubt there ever will be one)

there isn't much more to say about me, but i did think the appropriate way to start would be with a greeting.
... salvete?
i think that's correct. perhaps i'll make sure once i finish this latin course and edit it.

the only things you really need to know is that,
1. i ramble
2. i am annoyingly fond of using lowercase letters, and
3. incorrect, or no, punctuation (only informally. it bothers me any other way.)
4. i am an awkward giraffe
5. i sometimes say random words in japanese/french/latin.

(also, 6. i ramble a lot.)

let the show go on.