Well, that was an interesting night.  Not only did I have a round of sleep paralysis, but I also had a dream that one of my good friends committed suicide, I was thrown out of my home, and also chased and shot in the back by a pack of angry young neds.  I’ve sorted out what the last one means (I’m still more terrified of my ex — his influence over mutual friends, and the ability to misuse things I’ve told him in confidence — than I’d like to admit… not that he’s a ned or anything).  And the first one is just anxiety about the friend’s situation (they’re okay!).  I can’t figure out the second one though.  It was the most unsettling, though.

Fun night.

To brighten the mood for today, however, I had been having loads of anxiety about my financial aid situation.  I knew being an independent-by-age would help land me some extra money for tuition and such, but I wasn’t sure if it would be enough.  I thought that maybe I was putting too much stock into the whole idea of “finally being 24″.  I come on to check the system for which awards were available now that I got the last of my paperwork turned in… and I landed a big, fat, juicy grant (enough to make up the bulk of my fees), and enough in loans to cover the rest with maybe enough to cover books.  So it is a very Good Thing™ I changed my mind about campus housing, because I wouldn’t have had enough to cover that anyway.  But I am rather pleased that the tuition itself is covered… especially pleased that most of it is in grants.

So… yes.  Project Transferring-to-UK is a success.  Education is go!

Finally got someone to answer their phone today, and it seems I have somewhat of a consultation tonight.  Sylver is dropping by to help me with information on handfastings.  I have a book, Handfasting and Wedding Rituals by Raven Kaldera and Tannin Schwartzstein, and it is a really good resource so far, but real live advice from a real live person is always helpful.
And can I just say I’m still amazed that Project Handfasting was green-lighted?  I had resigned to the idea of only being allowed a handfasting if I were stuck with some spacey pagan nutjob who hadn’t touched on reality since reading Buckland’s Big Blue.  But no… here’s yet more proof that I am The Luckiest Girl On Earth.