What Makes A Toy Duck?

As the night winds to daytime, the sun’s rays met my eyes through my window. I finished sewing one of my latest creations. Not to brag, but the hand sewing job is one of the best I’ve done so far, matching thread color to the color of the poly fleece’s fabric color.

What is this creation you might ask? Ha-ha, well it’s none other than a toy duck. A guy in his late teens making a toy duck, what’s the deal with that? Random things interest me, whether it’s designing something in Photoshop, brining something to life in person, or even a mix of both. At the end of the day I like to use my hands to make things, that doesn’t break the bank that is.

I lived in a pretty cramped apartment, but it suited my needs. It has a toilet, thank god. I have decent sized monitor, keyboard, etc. It has window to see the sun in the sky, among the various buildings, which sometimes block the sun. I try to keep my apartment clean, but fail. It mostly consists of crumple up papers of drawings, flyers, or articles, 5 years too old, along with scattered bits of fabric and plastic. Usually has the smell of spray on deodorant, and other aromas of that nature, out of fear it may smell bad.

Wasn’t I doing something? Oh, yea I was getting ready for class. I packed up my stuff and headed to the street for the public bus, nearly knocked over my Spider-Man movie Blu-Ray collection, thank god I didn’t. Stereotypical geek? Maybe I am, so sue me.

I made my mental checklist to make sure I didn’t forget anything.

Pen check, homework check, books, check, bus money, check, phone check. Looks like I’m all set.

As I got on the bus to school, one of the numerous things I was worried about being my smell. I scrubbed and showered twice, but still felt that any odor came acro...

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...ght, and being awake for school, made me exhausted. This was a common routine for myself, as I had a nocturnal sleeping habit.

I treaded up the complex to my apartments, just relishing at the thought of sleep. I didn’t have a very good mindset when I was tired, mostly a depressed and helpless mood, but after I get a long period of sleep in, I get in to a hyper daze, which I would use to complete either homework, or my various personal projects.

I got towards my bed, and plopped myself onto it, after pushing some around so I wouldn’t be paying on something break it or hurt myself.

I decided to take sports fit. I took the class to self-discipline myself in terms of physical health. I’m not obese by any means but I have a gut bigger than I want it to be, and I’m not a huge fan of my scrawny arms and weak legs either. Anyways I felt that it was a needed opportunity.