As You Like It

I am the girl in the yellow cardigan.
I am the one who got away.
I fall in love with one actor per play,
and a few humans per ride on the subway,
so don't think you're special.

I am the girl who notices a missing line.
Mere mortal, fool, I forgive you, but
every line is essential,
even the seemingly throw-away ones:
The words or lines He added
just to complete His obsessive compulsion
with language and math, rhythm and rhyme.
Was it painstakingly purposeful
or did perfection come naturally?

I don't know anything about actors.
I never studied them in the wild.
My thoughts are loud and crowded,
tucked away so neatly that you'll never find me,
though I imagine you'll look.
I should not have come alone.

I am the girl who takes
one prolonged gaze out into the Audience Sea,
one moment of smiling eye-lock,
the simple poetry of lips forming measured words,
and files them in my card catalog heart
marked under "A"
for "actor" or "apple," "Avon" or "ache."

Journaling vs. Blogging

Is there a difference between journaling and blogging? I would say yes. Some people use their blogs as a journaling tool, which is totally cool. Journaling is definitely a good thing, no matter where you catalog your thoughts. I find journaling to be cathartic and a way to keep track of my progress in this little life of mine. But my personal preference is to confine my innermost, private thoughts in my traditional, bound paper journal where no one can read them. The purpose of this blog, on the other hand, is to expound upon Pop culture, books, the latest news stories, and other random blather that's cool for peeps to browse and comment on. I promise not to put any ex-boyfriends on blast or bitch about a bad day on this blog. That's just not what this blog is going to be about. To each his own: if your blog is a blog like that, more power to you!
Food for thought: Would Shakespeare have had a blog, if he were alive today? If so, what would he write about?