Hello. My name is Alexandra Simon. And I love staying in on the weekends.

I am currently writing from the comfort of my bed. I just watched a parade of girls leave my house for a party, while I’m locked in my room, snuggled in my sweatpants. And I am 100 percent okay with it. FOMO? Nope. Did I mention it’s a Saturday in College Park?

Is it lame? Maybe. Should I take advantage of how many college weekend nights I have left? Probably. Don’t get me wrong, I love going out and having a good time with my friends. But if I’m not hyped up to go out at least two days in advance, there’s a slim chance in hell I’m leaving the fortress of solitude that is ~my bedroom~

First and foremost, I would like to clarify that I am fun. I’m just selective about my social schedule. Not in an “I don’t like that frat” or “I don’t feel like going to her birthday pregame” kind of way. But in a “tonight I’m watching Netflix and eating a pack of M&M’s while horizontal and you can't stop me” kind of way.

I’ve never been a wild partier. My stamina when it comes to staying out late is pretty low. I was tested for thyroid problems like three times, and turns out I’m just kind of a Grade-A weenie. But, I’ve come to terms with it.

So what does a self-proclaimed serial staying-inner do with her time?

Watch old Disney princess movies on Netflix? Yup. Watch entire seasons on Netflix? Check. This usually takes at least a few weekends though. Get my homework done? Typically. Watch funny videos and Vines until I fall asleep? Always.

Scavenge around the house for something to eat, pick something sub-par that I’m not even hungry for, and eat it anyway? Yes. This one I’m not as proud of, but, que sera, será.

I personally prefer pajamas to body con dresses. *Gasp!*

One of the most frustrating things about being comfortable with my introvert-ality is that when I do go out, someone has to make a freaking scene. Like “OMG YOU’RE ACTUALLY OUT TONIGHT?!”

Yes. You can see that I am, in fact, out tonight. Wearing my signature look of a black top, skinny jeans, and wedges.

I will admit that one of the drawbacks of being picky with my social presence is that when I do go out, I’m psycho about proving it to the world. Chances are someone will hear the phrase, “Take a pic with me so I can Insta! I want people to know I’m fun,” leave my mouth.

When it comes down to it, I think I just value the balance between my party-social time, and alone time. I’m never one to try and guilt people into staying in with me. Go forth and have fun, y’all! I’m a simple girl with simple needs, and sometimes those needs include pizza and a movie.

So there you have it. I confess. I love staying in. I don’t think I’m the only girl in the world who feels this way, but if I am, it’s A-OK. Just remember, if you’re looking for someone to spend some late-night-baking, "Mulan"-watching time with, you know where to find me.