Would I?

Sometimes I feel as if i need to be told twice. I wonder what happens to me in those moments between hearing information and me having to absorb it. I seem to lose my composure and flutter in the air, vaguely. So know this, sometimes I need to be told twice. Never thrice.
Anyway, I trot off tomorrow to volunteer at the radio station of this university and I'm thrilled to bits. So thrilled, I'm actually scared by the certainty of proximity to other people and the whole social networking vein to it all. I'm really not as anti-social as I make myself out to be. The explanation here, is that after a year of being cocooned in a house, with very basic outdoor activity and even less chance of meeting any like minded people (much thanks to flailing economy and linguistic barriers), I may be purely, shy.

But I will hold my own, knocking knees be damned, and plunge headlong into the volunteering opportunity that has to do with music!! what more could I ask for..the other thing that keeps my bones from cracking against each other, that survival gear that is music.

I suppose I'll have more to rant and regale about once tomorrow comes and goes. I wait intermittently (not knowing if I should obsess or not) for my efforts to produce some feasible outcome. I can do this so much better.