Pessimism: 1, Optimism: Dead, buried, with it's grave urinated upon.

I didn't get accepted into Sheridan. Well, that's not entirely correct... they did offer me admission into Art Fundamentals: Illustration and Art Fundamentals: Animation. I really don't know how to feel about that. Should I be happy? Excited? What?

No, wait, I do know how I'm feeling about this: like shit. Wow. I had a feeling I wouldn't get it... but I kept figuring it's just my inherent pessimism getting in the way. Well, what do you know - it was true. And I went and got my hopes up too. Awesome.

*sigh*

Well, I have no idea what I'm going to do now. I could take Fundamentals: Animation, but I don't really want to. Feels like a waste of time. But then, so is sitting on my ass for a year and applying again. Great. Well, my parents have come up with an alternative. They said they'd like me to consider going back to high school so I can take some science courses, that way I'd be able to become a dentist. A dentist. Yeah... like hell.

Basically I'm juggling 'crushed', 'confused', 'angry', and 'depressed' as my current mood. I have no idea what I'm going to do. I really have to think about this.