from the netbook of emily jane

so ive noticed that im the only one that posts on here anymore. and ive become rather lazy about doing so. so why dont i just make my own blog? i really dont know. out of laziness i might suppose. but really, no thats not it. i would absolutely love to make a website all my own. i really think the reason i wont give it up is because this is OUR blog. its what we did. and really it didnt last long. but still. we made this thing together. it was that and facebook that kept us connected. now we really solely on facebook.
isolation. i feel isolated from my friends rather often. i dont mean to sound whiny, even though thats more likely how it comes out. my freinds exclude me from most that they do with poor excuses as to why. i understand that sometimes you dont wanna hang out with certain people. i go to all my friends for different things. but lately my best friends have been the ones that i wouldnt necessarily classify as my best friends. maybe its time i changed that. [with the exception of taylor, who is super awesome and will always be classified as my best fried because i know i can talk to her about everything and she wont judge].
i noticed just now how isolated taylor must feel now. she lives in nc while we live in ga. theres an entire state in between us. on the thread(our email thing on facebook)we talk alot about things that go on in school. this leaves her out because she doesnt know these teachers, or these people. now i understand whats in her head. i can relate to it too. so now ill be more careful about what i say. or really ill be careful about what i dont say i suppose.
piece of advice: duck when a cup is thrown at your head.
the mad hatter has creepy eyes in the new alice in wonderland.
something i just thought of: is there ever really a pretty story. think about it. behind every pretty story there is always some little bit of underlying trouble. can you name one that doesnt have any? it may not be in plain sight, but its always there. no matter how hard people try to hide it, and i do it so i know, you just cant push it all away. it will come out. maybe not now, or tomorrow. yet, eventually one day, maybe years from now it will come out. maybe you had an affair and this child isnt really your husbands. maybe no one will ever find that out in your life time. but maybe it will come out when 15 years later when your son realizes his father isnt and theres a fiasco and everyone tries to remember what you did nine months before he was born. who could be his father?
something else that just came to mind:truth is often the worst thing in life. thats why theres imagination.
ok. enough of this. goodnight eveyone

                                             xo Emily