Scandy Scandoval

Out of all the nicknames I have ever had, Scandy Scandoval has never been one of them. One of my friends from New Zealand has a hard time pronouncing Sandoval, it came out Scandoval. So as we all were decorating my mini-tree in my living room and listening to a random Christmas CD (that I found in my apato, left by my predecessor), I decided it would be a cool idea to spill wine on my tatami mat (which is impossible to get out). Maybe that's where the Scandoval came from since this isn't the only 'scandalous' idea I've had in the past week or so. On Saturday, I decided shattering a glass would be a cool idea. On Friday, I decided to break my chair by standing on it. On Thursday, (on a dark rainy night on a twisted confusing Japanese street) I decided to stop at a red light just after the intersection instead of before the intersection and then realized the cars on the other side were lined up with me exactly the opposite way. Last week, I was at a 'party' with my teachers and opened a sliding rice-paper door and walked into the wrong party. Last weekend, I went to this random festival where these men dressed in nothing but sumo underwear, ran with a horse up and down a riverbed, and people were carrying baby chicks around. I don't think I'm the only one with crazy ideas over here on the other side of the world. I don't know where all these crazy ideas are coming from, but Scandy Scandavol ended up turning into Scandy Canes and Scandy Clause.