Aliens and Social Networking

It's been a while since I've written a blog. Usually, I never keep them or update or things like that, but I'm feeling up to it this time. I think I might actually try and work with this one. 

I'm not the kind of person into introductions, so let me just get to the point. I'm Macy, and my birthday is May 29th, 1998. I'm 13 years old, turning 14 soon. I'm a freshman in high school.... and that's enough of that.

With the summer coming up as quickly as it is, I feel like I seriously need to get back in to social networking. I don't want to lose contact with all of my friends over break just because I suck at remembering where I put things after I write them down. So I decided, 'Hey, I know! I'll join Facebook!' The next day, I got a security check. I almost exploded with anger because I was so excited about finally joining a site and having a way to talk to people and then the Facebook Security slaps it all away. What's with that?! I don't have a cell phone, or text, so how am I supposed to verify that?
Myspace is my last desperate attempt at being up-to-date. If they pull one of those on me, I'm done with all of this internet crap for sure. I remember having a Myspace as a child; my sister made one for me. I've never had any problems with it before. Hopefully it can stay that way. Anyway, onto how life's been for me up to this point. (People - This is the least interesting thing you'll ever read in your lives.)
I had the longest Junior High year. It just never seemed to end. I suffered and strived for recognition in my grades, appearance, and personality the entire three years. I changed my hair, changed my weight, changed my friends, and I'm still changing. I just hope that one day, everything I went through all these years pays off and I get what I feel I've definitely earned. More recently though, some strange things have been up.
A genuinely odd thing happened to me yesterday morning, and I know that this sounds crazy, and if I were anyone else, I probably wouldn't believe me. I feel I may have encountered a U.F.O. of some kind. I woke up at 4:37A.M. yesterday morning to find myself looking toward my window. In the upper right of it was a saucer-like object, eminating a ghostly, metallic, white light. I stared at it, but was much too groggy to be afraid. As I lay, all but my head underneath my comforter, it speedily floated diagonally to the ground and out of sight. It looked very small, and this encounter lasted only a moment, but it was a stunning expireience. I''m still struck with confusion because of how sudtle it had been. It occurred so early that I was struggling between deciding it was a dream or a twisted, unknown reality. The only reason I decided it was real was because I remember telling myself 'Yes, you just saw that. No, it wasn't a dream. It was real. Really, really real.' I didn't tell anyone until now. I mean, I already thought there was some kind of extra-terrestrial life, but I never had a basis for those opinions previously.
Ever since this happened, I've been super jumpy and over reluctant when it comes to anything at all. Sometimes I'm scared to leave the back room - where the computer is - which makes my mom yell at me for 'starving myself,' (I'm too depressed to eat.) and 'wasting away.' (I'm not going to leave this room if I don't have to.) It was so utterly... well, you know, I can't think of a word that could possibly describe a wonder of the world being accidentally confirmed in front of your own eyes.
Speaking of my mom, we haven't been getting along that well. The cold, hard, truth that my grandmother, uncle, and aunt are dying was finally all laid out on the table. The day of my birthday. I guess that the reason we can't communicate is because I'm being extremely selfish. I keep worrying about my own, little problems, while people around me destroy themselves. I'm no better than them. My dad may also be facing his end too, with his terrible eating habits. I tried so many times to warn him: 'You're going to die eating like you do!' He doesn't seem to understand that he has diabetes! It's like trying to talk to a freaking brick! Then he goes back on me and my grieving mother saying that all the people passing on did it to themselves and don't deserve sympathy. He's such a hypocrite, and while he's on his death bed because of his eating, I won't be there to console him.
On that note, eating has been a huge struggle for me. My doctor said at my weight (119 lbs., though I lost a bit after the visit) I should be eating 2,000 calories a day just to maintain my weight. That's five times as many as I was consuming before. It's just so much to take in, and I know that every day, as my left then right foot touch the scale, that I've gained weight. I don't go to the bathroom as often any more, either. Somewhere, deep down, I know that the mass of my stomach is only as heavy as it is because of a thousand reasons that aren't even related to the numbers in food. It's 3,500 calories in a pound, so when I gain two pounds on the scale, I have to remind myself that my weight fluctuates and I haven't permanently gained anything.
The little weight that I lost (about 3 lbs.) made my graduation dress a tiny bit loose. I'm excited that this night signifies the end of my eight grade year, but I'm also terribly dreading the ceremony. I don't want to leave my house. As far as I'm convinced, I'm going to be the fattest, ugliest girl at recognition night. I'm also terrified that my heels will make too much noise, or that someone will point out the giant, red mosquito bite on my back or that I'll break down crying or that... I could go on and on listing the scenarios, but what would that do?
With my birthday having passed so recently, I ran into a lot of money. I have about $390.00 saved up for a $600.00 laptop. The only real reason I even want one is so I can create a virtual life on the Sims 3. I feel so trapped in this world, and I remember the nostalgia of being able to make a better one through the game as a kid. I already started downloading loads of custom content, all excessively way too organized and I just can't wait until tomorrow. That'll be when my grandma gives me a check for both my birthday and taking care of her cats while she's away. She pays me way too much, but she always insists that 'if you do something for nothing, it is nothing.'
So that's pretty much all that's been going on with me lately, if anyone actually cares enough to read it. I've got other stuff to do to get back into this whole internet thing, so I'll write some other time.