Publicity.
It's exciting to get some, but then again alot of dust unsettles off of those skeletons in the closet.
Recently I have had the privilage to be interviewed about my experiences in the dance competitions by two different newspapers/ magazines. This month both articles have been released. It's interesting to see how the point of views of the interviewers may be different enough than your own that your story doesn't really sound like yours when you see it written by this other person. It's fun at the same time, but then again there are things that I didn't even bring into the interview which were pulled up... which, of course, makes the story all that much more interesting. I guess I'm rather boring, so there's nothing like a little drama to spice up my life, right? ;) lol.
I truly hope that no feathers will be ruffled. I was honest in my interviews when asked about certain questions, I didn't elaborate on things, and tried to keep vague on personal/ touchy matters. Questions were asked that slightly caught me off gaurd, but I kept my cool and kept it real. I thoroughly enjoyed the  interviews and the people interviewing me were awesome. I cannot thank them enough for the opportunity and their publications turned out fantastic! I'm curious what certain people will think about the articles. I know in one article one particular person, although left unnamed, was still mentioned and singled out in not the best light and I feel troubled by it. I had three goals through the interviews: to promote my dancing and my future endeavors, to promote Stephen and his wonderful guidance/ patience/ partnership/ career, and to promote the arts in Huntsville. I think I did it-- even though things were included that wouldn't have been my first choice to talk about, I hope the main points and message came across stronger that may have overshadowed any of the drama mentioned. Like I said, I didn't pursue, myself, to talk about certain topics, but certain questions were asked about a particular matter and I answered as honestly as I thought appropriate.
If any offense is, however, taken by these stories, please contact me and I will readily mend the situation in which ever ways I can. I don't believe anyone reading this xanga entree will be one of those potentially offended people, but I thought I'd put the disclaimer and offer out there anyways.
Anyways, love and peace! God bless!
Ciao!

Nothing ever fast enough
Good enough
Strong enough
Lasts long enough.

You fail! You're wrong!
That's incorrect!
Untrue. All lies,
we all suspect.
Come here.
Give me a kiss.
Give me a hug.
... Nothing I miss.

Patronized and horrified
Pictures of my past, dispose!
No one needs to expose
That me that long ago died.

I'm not proud of what you see.
Not glad of what I see, too.
It's too fake, you're right! it's wrong.
It's too surreal to be true.

A babe, a child, a girl
growing up in a world
of anxiety
social disgraces
of sudden blues
of cheater's races.

I crashed
I fainted
Woke up alone
strapped to a bed
as cold as stone.

Let me go! Set me free!
You hit my cage, now let me be!

Injections of what they call reality
Cannot be real when it's a dream.
Just close your eyes and you will see
The world that's meant to be believed.