that so-called life

i remember my senior year of high school, mtv took it upon themselves to start rerunning the entire series of my so called life weekdays after school. for this, i am mighty grateful--though i was the exact same age as the characters when the show originally ran, i missed most of the series when it was broadcast. the reruns allowed me to finally figure out what it was that everyone was going on about.

as part of the great revival, the powers that be promised a demi-reunion moment--by having angela and jordan host a special hour of music videos. being seventeen, i was awfully excited about this; particularly because it was in the last few days when there was still any M in MTV. i was excited, i was going to record, i was counting down. and then the moment arrived.

i stopped the recording pretty early on, as soon as i discovered that claire danes and jared leto have the collective onscreen charisma and chemistry of a carrot stick. claire wouldn't look at the camera, and jared only fixed it with this crazy mackerel stare that was more unsettling than anything else.

and i remember thinking, "if these two captured us flawlessly when we were fifteen...are they doing it again now?"

it didn't bear thinking about; i may not have much charisma, but please put me out of my misery should my reserves ever fall so low as theirs did that day. i want no part of it.

though i really wouldn't turn down a blond pixie cut as awesome as the one she was sporting that day.