I went to a carnival tonight, taking my iPod along for the ride.
I ended up getting a Blue Vanilla shave ice (and played 'Beloved Tomboyish Girl' on as I ate).
I went on the bumper cars after a very Kaguya-VS-Mokou-esque challenge . . . and considered putting on IOSYS's 'Sunshine, Catshine', but instead chose to channel faith and put on 'Give Praise Unto Me, and Celebrate My Miracles'. I slaughtered my rival, and it rained off and on for the rest of the night.
I also made several comments on a particular ride that I felt like a severe nineball for even going on. (EDIT: These comments were about myself, shouted at the top of my lungs as we spun around at high speed -- "I FEEL LIKE SUCH A NINEBALL! ICICLE FALL, EASY MODO~")
Of course, the high point of the night was in fact on the bumper cars . . . because, as the divine proof that I am addicted . . .
I FREAKING GRAZED. I grazed while I was on the bumper cars. I am now extremely happy, and this high will carry on throughout the night.