Memorizing Shakespeare/Another Blog?

So...It's my goal in life to play Juliet in Romeo and Juliet someday, and so I'm working on memorizing her parts, bit by bit...Not starting at the beginning, just picking peices from all over.

I figure if I type this long speech out, I'll remember it better. I've only got like, the first eight lines.

So here you are...

Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.
I have a faint cold fear thrills through my veins
And almost freezes up the heat of life.
I'll call them back again to comfort me.
Nurs!--What should she do here?
My dismal scene I needs must act alone.
Come, vial.
What if this mixture do not work at all?
Shall I be married then tomorrow morning?
No, no! This shall forbid it. Lie thou there.
[lies down a dagger]
What if it be a poison which the friar
Subtly hath minist'red to have me dead,
Lest in this marriage he should be dischonored
Because he married me before to Romeo?
I fear it is; and yet methinks it should not,
For he hath still been tried a holy man.
How if, when I am laid in the tomb,
I wake before the time that Romeo
Come to redeem me? There's a fearful point!
Shall I not then be stifled in the vault,
To whose foul mouth no healthsome air breathes in,
And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Or, if I live, is it not very like
The horrible conceit of death and night,
Together with the terror of the place--
As in a vault, an ancient receptacle
Where for this many hundred years the bones
Of all my buried ancestors are packed;
Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
Lies fest'ring in his shroud; where, as they say,
At some hours in the night spirits resort--
Alack, alack, is it not like that I,
So early waking--what with loathsome smells,
And shrieks like mandrakes torn out of the earth,
That living mortals, hearing them, run mad--
O, if I wake, shall I not be distraught,
Environèd with all these hideous fears,
And play madly with my forefathers' joints,
And pluck the mangled Tybalt from his shroud,
And, in this rage, with some great kinsman's bone
As with a club dash out my desp'rate brains?
O, look! Methinks I see my cousin's ghost
Seeking out Romeo, that did spit his body
Upon a rapier's point. Stay, Tybalt, stay!
Romeo, Romeo, Romeo, I drink to thee.
[She falls upon her bed within the curtains]

I love this play. LOVE IT! 'Tis my favorite Shakespeare work, and is among my favorite books on my desk-shelf. (Meaning it's NOT with the rest of my books in my bookshelf, instead it's where I can just reach over and grab it.)

Well...I'll probably be putting more stuff in here from Romeo and Juliet at a later date.

Oh yes, and I'm toying with the idea of putting up another blog to put up stories and poems in. I've been putting together a list of the pros and cons of this, but I'm still not sure. I probably wouldn't update it as often as I do this one, and I would have a lot more poems then stories. I could put essays in it, which I happen to have quite a few of... But would anyone read it? That is the question...would it be worth it? And I'm also afraid of the idea of plagarism--I'm absolutely terrified of my work being stolen. I work hard at it, and I don't want to have that work exploited without my knowledge.

So what do you think? ANY advice would be wonderful, please.

xoxo,
Brii333