Sugar Kicks My Ass

My name's Matt. I live in a suburb about fifteen minutes west from downtown Cleveland, Ohio. I am twenty-two years old, have recently graduated from a pretty kick-ass university in Dayton, Ohio, and currently live at home with my brother and parents....yeah sounds sweet right?
I don't know whether or not this is cliche, but although I have a degree in English and film studies, and enjoy writing creatively and academically, I never imagined that I would ever end up writing a blog. Actually, I loathed and despised people who blogged on the internet because I always felt like blogs were forums for douchers who didn't have any friends and who felt the need to bitch about shit on the internet with the hopes that someone else on an equally doucher status would respond or argue with opinions of the former in order to feel that their lives were worthwhile.
Wow, after reading what I just wrote out loud to myself, it sounds really fuckin' mean, but I guess that was really the way I felt about blogs when they first came out and if and when I gave them any kind of thought at all. Anyway, I don't entirely feel that way anymore, obviously since I'm actually buckling down and writing one, but the reason I am is because of a blog, which I was originally forced to read, but now look forward to reading everyday: The Bad Sandwich Chronicles.
So, about six months or so ago, my brother comes up to me and says, "Dude, you gotta read Brendan Kelly's blog online, it's fucking amazing." So, I say, "You mean Brendan Kelly from the Lawrence Arms and the Falcon?" My brother says, "Yeah." I reply, "Chris, just because I am a fan of the dude's band and of Chicago, and of most of the punk/rock/drunk rock bands from Chicago, doesn't mean that I'm gonna give a shit about reading their singer/bassist's random rantings about whatever. I think blogs are stupid, if you need to talk about shit, talk to your friends or other people, don't bitch on the internet." So, my brother says, "Dude, you're such an asshole, just read it, it'll take like a couple of minutes, you're not doing shit anyway."
It was true, I wasn't doing shit and really had no reason not to read it besides for the fact that I always had a resentful and unwarranted HATE for blogs and bloggers, although I don't remember ever reading one up until that point. Honestly, I was probably about to watch some porn or watch Family Guy or South Park episodes online, or go on YOUTUBE and watch live Alkaline Trio videos, so to do a favor for my brother, who only wished I read a blog for my own pleasure, was something I could handle.
So, he had me read Brendan Kelly's blog. Unfortunately, I can't remember exactly when it was or what it was about, but I feel like it dealt with tearing apart pretentious, angry scenester kids who always act like the world is persecuting them for being different and who act like they're all about the music and about treating people fairly, when they're really the most judgemental and hypocritical shitheads around who think that if anyone doesn't like exactly what they like, music-wise, then those people are either dumb or don't know anything about music, or suck.
Anyway, that's what I think it was about, or maybe that's just what's in my head, I don't know. Either way, BSC changed my perspective on what a blog could and should be: Intelligent, hilarious, and spot-on critiques or anecdotes, written very well, and with a purpose to relate serious life issues and events to others in a way which attempts to explain or figure or just bullshit out a comprehensive meaning behind all the little things and stupid people that happen that make you who you are as a person and putting them out there to see if anyone else has an intelligent response to what was written or said. Sorry, the sentence structure and syntax of that last line is kind of ridiculous, but Brendan Kelly is one of the most gifted story-tellers and song writers out there and I think everybody should read his blog, because he inspired me to write one.
Anyway, as you may be able to tell, I have a few blog entries with nothing on them because everytime I went to write, I kept thinking I shouldnt and kept pussying out, but now I'm for sure doing it, yay for me for not being a pussy. Oh yeah, the title of my blog and the title of this post both have to do with the fact that I have Type I Diabetes, and have had it since I was ten; so for twelve years. I drink and smoke, which are both terrible things for a Diabetic to do, and sugar kicks my ass, which is a joke with my friends, but is actually kind of sad. I'll probably write a lot about how much I hate Diabetes and how my piece of shit pancreas has fucked up my life on several occasions. Until then, Peace in the Middle East and if you don't read my blog, which I really don't care if you do or not, please at least read Brendan Kelly's: It's a fucking revelation and he needs to publish a book about all the fucked up shit that swims around in his mind.