Graduation

Well yesterday I graduated (YAH) for me.

During graduation we took time to reflect on all the things we've done and realise shit all this stuff adds up and we've actually accomplished something.
The day was spent recognising that accomplishment, patting ourselves on the back, and laughing at the struggles it took for us to get here.
I was surprised at just how proud I was of us all, and the strength of the bond shared with my class mates.
Chances are I may never see some of them beyond graduation but today we were as one.

I haven't studied in years and it came as quiet a shock for me to realise not only am I still capable but also I am pretty damn good at it.
I am seriously considering going to Uni full time next year.
The social dynamics made me feel as though I was back in high school.
The cliques, the parties, the heated sexual tensions.... I thought we were supposed to out grow these things but apparently not.

Although it is somewhat of an ego boost to be hit on, on a daily basis, it means next to nothing when your gay and you are targeted by women.
Not just women... old women. I was hunted down in cougar town.
For some reason I seem to be an object of infatuation for old ladies.
The mothers of my ex boyfriends all loved me, some more than their actual sons, and it seems any older women who hasn't realised I am gay tries to fuck me.

Guess I'm too butch for my own good :P

Tonight I'm heading out with my ladies to celebrate!
Congratulations class of 2011... Donna get your hand out of my pants!