Let me go, let me go, let me go.

I had a terrific weekend and a lot of stuff happened, so forgive me for phoning it in and writing a wrap-up post.

I hung out with lots of people. Made new friends, saw old friends, deleted some friends. It was quite hectic, yet rewarding.

I learned on Friday night that taking a four-hour nap and then getting drunk is not a good plan. But, separately, I had a good time doing both of those things. And I heard "Head On" by the Jesus and Mary Chain at the bar, and I would have danced to it had there been other people dancing. (We all know I don't start the dance party.)

On Saturday, my friend Heather from high school, who is moving here in July with her boyfriend, came up to visit, and we had so much fun. We went to LBC and she drank a forty and we danced to Montel Jordan, and it was pretty much one of the greatest moments in my life. I'm so excited about her moving here, even if they're going to live in Hyde Park with the nerds and we'll have to take eight forms of public transportation to see each other.

On Sunday morning I realized that I needed to cut some people out of my life, people who were doing their best to make it more awkward and weird for me. So I decided to be proactive and give the ex a call and end things for good, which, not particularly to my surprise, was taken with an apathetic, "Ok, best of luck." Note to self: no longer associate with sociopaths, and hang out with people you like instead of people you hate.

In music news, I finally got the new Bright Eyes, as well as the new Feist. I'll always have a soft spot for Conor, and now that he's gone country-emo, I love the new album. A lot. Even after one listen. And the new Feist record is so, so good. It's even better than Let It Die, which could sometimes slip into Mom-Rock.

It's going to be a good week, y'all. I can already tell. I'm going to celebrate by eating a box of girl scout cookies now.