GIRL And Her Name Is. Josette. Josie. Jojo. Is Seventeen. Born Thirty Six Eighty-Five (30/06/85). Died Mid-Freshman Year. Resurrected Six Two Two (06/02/02). And Continues to Live. Apparently, Very Moody. And Childish. Not to Mention Demanding. But Quite Reliable. A Procrastinator. A Perfectionist. A Hopeless (Romantic, Case etcetera). A Person. Just Another Girl. More Info on Her?
SOUL And She Has One. Yes, I Was Surprised As Well. Her Soul Cries Out (in Frustration, Sadness, Joy). She Shows Her FSJ through Writing. She Writes Poems. Original Ones. And Organizes Them Thus: 01-10 and 11-20 and 21-30. They Stink. At Least She Thinks So. So and So. Such and Such. (Polonius, HAH!) She Wrote Other Things. The First is Quite Editorial: TVMBML. The Second is a Short Story from Junior English: TCB. The Third is Another Editorial: POD. She Thinks It's Short and Passionate. And the Fourth is What She Felt and Continues to Feel on Occassion: SCD.
MISC And There are Miscellaneous Items. You Can Contact Her through E-mail or Guestbook, But E-mail Works Better. She belongs to the Clique, TOTEM. Her Totem is a Humming Bird. Spiffy, no? Like Other People, She Has Wishlists 01 and 02. She Doesn't Plan on Buying These Things Herself. She Thinks That Anyone Who Actually Decides to Buy Her Something Off of Her Wishlists is Insane, But Appreciates It All the Same. And, of course, Departure. Here Are Some Links. Much Thanks Goes to Her Lovely Hostess, Melcena-doll. Melcena Owns the Following Domains: MIRRORSOUL.NET, GLASSRAIN.ORG, and WYNTERCHYLDE.COM. Visit Her At Once! And a Final Note: Josette Thanks You For Visiting Her Pathetic Little Website. Nod Nod. Muchas Gracias.

PROFITING OFF DEATH We live in a Tainted World. This actuality was not always apparent to me, and when the horrid truth did happen to appear before me, I merely brushed it aside. The fact that we live in a Tainted World continues to be brushed aside because it is seen as a natural observance in today's society. What amazes me the most is that people come into contact with this defiled sense of being, and continue to do so every day.

I was in the car with my dad, having just bought lunch, when I saw three men selling American flags on the street. These men were laughing and holding up American flags, twirling them in the air. One man in a white shirt was holding a makeshift sign written with a black marker that read: "American flags $6."

I froze in my seat. Just seeing them angered me. How dare they hope to profit off of our recent American tragedy?! They were indefinitely sullying the meaning of the American flag. Instead of the flag symbolizing freedom, they were showing how it symbolized something else—Greed.

I remember the afternoon sunlight, the different-colored cars on the street, the gas station that the men were standing in front of, and the steaming pepperoni pizza that was residing on my lap. I remember their grinning faces, most likely thinking of the revenue that they would make by selling the flags. And I also remember thinking: “How can a person commercialize and profit off the death of one's father, mother, son, or daughter?”

When I look back upon the events of September 11th, I can only feel sorrow, disbelief, hatred, and anger. Terrorists attacked the World Trade Center and the Pentagon, taking innocent lives. I felt those feelings of sorrow, disbelief, hatred, and anger once again when I saw those men showing their greed by selling American flags on the street. I felt sorrow because that is what the American people have come to. I felt disbelief because it stupefied me that people would actually do such a thing. I felt hatred and anger because of how they corrupted the meaning of the American flag. If anything, they should be giving out those American flags while crying their eyes out because they love this country so much.