have days lost all meaning?

its a tuesday afternoon. I'm currently sitting in my Multimedia Authoring class waiting for today's lesson to get underway. Armed with a bottle of Nestea and an Apple Toffee Danish, I try to fight of the anxiety that's slowly building under the surface. As I look around the room, I glance at other people's 3D projects and cringe in fear and tense with jealousy as the product of their labour puts mine to shame. Sometimes I wonder if I should've picked a different object. But alas, its too late for that now.

Anyway, today's agenda - meet up with my tutorial group and review our presentation for this Thursday. I'm hoping to do some work on my Flash assignment, if not that, I gotta fucking kick my ass into gear and start putting down the final touches to my cursed cellphone. Goddamn my fear of failure and the need to be better than my peers. I guess ambition can be a double edged sword. On one spectrum, it drives you to be at your best...on the other hand, it drives you fuckin insane because you're ultimately never satisfied...always searching for the next best thing.