Blokes and G-Strings

Now that another year of school has gone and passed, I've now to worry about the next - which also happens to be my last! Tonight I must enroll in my courses for next year, and if all goes well, I'll get two days off for the whole year. For my degree, I only have one requirement left which leaves me to choose electives for the majority of my courses. It is so WEIRD. I feel like I'll be completely unproductive with my life for my 4th year. How do I find a job/career in psych when I've just finished learning about International Relations, monkeys, and sluts in the bible?

Today I attended a food festival in the city where many booths were selling different types of food from all over the world. I headed over to the Australian BBQ booth where I decided to be bold and order a kangaroo burger! It was either that, camel, or crocodile.. I think I made the best possible choice. Actually, they all sound quite bizarre. Oh well, YOLO. It didn't taste so bad. It looked and tasted like a regular hamburger, except it wasn't as brown, and it had a weird after taste. I decided to go for it because, well, I don't think that chance would approach me twice in this lifetime. Once in a lifetime opportunity! Also, there was a sign at the booth that was very persuasive. Later, I had a French Crêpe, which tasted just as badass as it did when I was there last month (WHOA, HAS IT BEEN A MONTH ALREADY SINCE I LEFT FOR LONDON?! WHOAA.. k, I'm having a moment). As I was eating, the atmosphere was filled with loud noises from teens who had just graduated from high school. Voices shouting, whistles blowing, cars honking. Teens illegally jumping into a fountain half naked - one boy even in a g-string, happily splashing around. Oh, what a sight..

Ps. Why can't I stop playing the guitar?