Soooo. I wanted to do this thing where I get paid to do a Masters (instead of paying £9 grand or whatever for it), and also get a PhD spot. It's a paid MSc + PhD programme. And since my Honours supervisor is also a supervisor at one of the "centres for doctoral training" here in the Uni -- the place which offers that sort of thing -- he said I should apply there, and so I did. They only accept 10 people per year, so that's bound to be interesting.
On Friday I receive an email from one of the professors whose courses I take (and massively overachieve on, as usual, but this time it's on purpose), who's also the "co-director" of the CDT. He says he's happy to offer me a spot if I'd accept it. I naturally accept. I then finished my dissertation and sent it, along with a small inquiry, to my supervisor. The inquiry read something like "so am I accepted or am I simply on some sort of a list?"
Half an hour ago, after six or seven straight hours of reading papers and writing reports -- as can be seen by this post and the fact that two hyphens make an en dash in LaTeX -- I receive an email from my supervisor: "I'm happy you got the studentship, I look forward to working with you".
Well. That made my day evening!
Lil' Lumos is gonna be a postgrad! Who'd've thunk...