06/03/2012 05:17 GMT | Updated 04/05/2012 06:12 BST

Hunger Games, Parties, and a Bunch of Foreign Exchange Students

So, I haven't written in a while, and my last blog was more of a "super tired badly written 5AM rant". So what to write about today?

The last few months have been tough. Exams are finally making an appearance, Prom is actually coming together, and a trio of Dutch exchange students have just joined my school, and oh my goodness, they are adorable.

But, that's not what I want to talk about today. Recently, I came across a series of books that you may or may not have heard of, called The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. And OH MY FRICKIN' GOODNESS THEY ARE THE BEST BOOKS EVER. It's like, every exiting thing that could ever happen in a book, happens. I strongly suggest you read them, because honestly it'll take you a week to read all three books. THIS IS HOW GOOD THEY ARE! Or, if you're the type of person who "hasn't read a book since I was like, seven" then you can just go see the film, which is coming out on 23 of March. AND I AM SO EXCITED. I even have a little calendar in my room counting down the days. I just hope it's as good as the books, because in many cases (e.g. One Day, by David Nicholls, turned into an Anne Hathaway and Jim Sturgess filled disaster) the films do nothing for the books. Which annoys me a little because I always picture the scenes in books in my head and then when I see them "on the big screen" I get disappointed, and sit there thinking "God I could've done this so much better".

Another thing that I have enjoyed these past few months is parties. Not just the going, but the hosting of parties. One party I had in particular, my 16th birthday party.

And I can assure you, that the people from my school who read this blog are going to be reading and either cringing or laughing. Because a lot of shit went down. Yeah, a lot of people got drunk, and there are a few people in particular who truly excelled at being the life of the party, and I don't think I'll go into direct details about what happened, because my parents tend to read my blogs, but let's just say there might have been a young lady who had had a little too much to drink and got a little crazy. Bless her.

But I can't sit here talking about people and their actions at parties. Because, unfortunately, I too have my drunken stories to share. Like a few weeks ago, when a friend of mine from out of school celebrated her 17th by having a fancy dress party at her house. So I showed up in my skimpy little "ring-master" outfit and got my drink on. However, what my friends failed to tell me, is that when I drink, I tend to become very loving, and that I feel as if I have to share my love... By getting with anyone I can hold on to. Hence why my friends from out of school have given me the glorious nickname of, "slut Maia". Fantastic.

I'm actually having another party in a week to celebrate the Dutch kids surviving living in England for five weeks, and I promise to write about all of the antics that occur. Let's hope "slut Maia" doesn't make an appearance.

Till next time,