||[Jan. 18th, 2004|10:11 am]
I now have Celtic Green high tops! I've always wanted them, and now I have them. My father got them for me at the outlets. I would take a picture of them (yeah, I know I'm a nerd), but I can't find the camera.
We also went to San Juan Bautista--I love that town! It's so full of memory, of history...although not all of it is good. In the little cemetary in the back of the mission, there is an air of absolute sadness mixed with anger and possibly even hatred. And I think that it's coming from the Native Americans buried there.
And if I was one of them, I'm sure I'd feel the same way. I mean, if all these people came to where you live, started building on the sacred ground, and forced you to change your religion and way of life when you had perfectly good ones in the first place? And saying they were higher than you and that you were "heathens" and making you work dawn to dusk? In fourth grade the teachers told me that the missionaries "rescued" the "Indians" by showing them how to become more "civilized". And to me, that's all lies. Once again, lies to hide us all from the truth.