Every once in a while I Google my name as well as my usernames from different sites to check up on my online reputation and today I came across the diary/blog I kept from 2005 to mid-2007, which covers my sophomore through senior years of college. I started reading through some of the entries and to say this thing is cringeworthy is an understatement. That my name is listed as “KiMbErLy” on my profile doesn’t begin to cover it.
Most of the entries go something like this:
whining/shopping/i hate this personi need to go shoppingi need to stop eating candy.obnoxious/funny observations.BRB going to go shopping and eat candy.I love boys.
when we got home i was looking at the kohls catalog and found this fantabulous hot pink furry comforter and i was like “mom buy this for me” (which is a joke because she doesnt buy me stuff) and she was like “you already have a comforter” and i was like “yeah but this one will scare boys away from my bed” and she was like “sold.”
In between the fluffy postings, there are actually some accurate and thought-provoking insights that I think I’ll be able to incorporate into my books. There are also a lot of glaringly obvious lapses in judgment, and that’s a little scary when I think that some of this was written by me five short years ago. It seems obvious now that I should have worried less, quit that crappy summer job, and pursued only those subjects that were most interesting to me. Are we really that much wiser between 21 and 26? I hope I don’t look back at my work in another five to seven years and think, oh. my. god. and want to curl up in embarrassment. Or go back in time and slap myself. I wonder if that ever happens to famous writers.