The Duck herself

First, let's get to knowing about me. Although not too much about me.
Physically, I'm 18. Mentally, I range from about 5 years old to 85 in the mornings. I work 2 jobs, in a futile attempt to save money for university next year.
During a particularly stressful week earlier this year I developed an unhealthy dependence on a stuffed lion named Edward.
I've been knitting a scarf for over 4 months now. It's beginning to resemble something with shape now.
The combination of working my two jobs has robbed me of my faith in humanity.
My year 11 Literature teacher once told me I was droll. I told him that sounded like an insult.
Occasionally I find myself staring at individual objects, wondering how long they'd been there without me consciously noticing.
I feel sorry for the piano keys at either end of the board, because they are so rarely used.
I feel guilty when I walk away from an ATM without saying thank you.
I constantly worry about my weight but not enough to actually do anything about it.
Same goes for the state of our political system.
I can drink up to 12 cups of coffee in a day without noticing.
I crank up the stereo in my car and sing along loudly, but only at night when no one can see me.
I cry during ads.
A car crash earlier in the year made me an annoyingly upbeat person.
I would prefer it if the sun rose at 11am and set at 11. Definitely a night owl.
I have to set my alarm for half an hour earlier than I actually want to get up, as I generally hit the snooze button up to six times each morning.
I'm now very tired.
No fishing, my ducklings.