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  <title>Evelyn</title>
  <subtitle>Evelyn</subtitle>
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    <name>Evelyn</name>
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  <updated>2005-12-19T19:30:54Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:20898</id>
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    <title>testing waters</title>
    <published>2005-12-19T19:30:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-19T19:30:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">good grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at livejournal, at long last.  I'm not entirely sure what my intentions are with this update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to Portland next week, should arrive on Monday or Tuesday, depending. &lt;br /&gt;It's been a strange past four months. This entire year has been nutty-- full of extremes. the main two being:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the relief and joy of completing my thesis and graduating from Reed&lt;br /&gt;2. the unexpected and devastating death of my father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say my entire family feels quite lost.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:20689</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-09-19T15:15:00</title>
    <published>2004-09-19T22:15:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-09-19T22:15:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">and so, if you happened to go to boyds coffee shop in the pearl district on saturday morning, you would have seen a barista whose black button-up collared shirt was on inside out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no,&lt;br /&gt;i don't do mornings well.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:20247</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-07-02T10:51:00</title>
    <published>2004-07-02T17:55:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-07-02T17:55:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) concerns regarding my ever-increasing (?) staleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) temptations to sabotage myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all extremely ridiculous and i'm sure are the results of boredom. &lt;br /&gt;ohh... the need for drama. feh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) listmaking&lt;br /&gt;2) i want to write notes and bury them in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;3) soon, there will be a root-beer float afternoon at my house.&lt;br /&gt;4) i miss leigh&lt;br /&gt;5) i'm disgustingly lazy.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:20061</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-06-12T11:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-06-12T18:16:59Z</published>
    <updated>2004-06-12T18:16:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ohh... letter writing. lazy days. productive days. paper days. i like them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 6 day trip was delightful, seattle, vancouver, victoria, seattle again. we got along fabulously, and i can't quite believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the violent femmes tonight. $5 on the waterfront. who doesn't have some heartwarming memory connected to that band? i'd like to think we all do.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:19891</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-04-10T11:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-10T18:49:54Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-10T18:49:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">last night we bought paint together. On an earlier trip we grabbed the paint samples and took them to the "U-Scans" because strangely enough, the paint section has HORRIBLE lighting. We watched the color samples change before our eyes under the u-scan lights. i want pink and green walls- one of the pink samples, which looked acceptable in the paint section, suddenly turned into "this is the baby's room" pink. eech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;midnight painting and midnight snacks. he finished putting primer on the walls while i sat on the floor gluing 3/8" strips of canvas together for one of my qual projects. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like it when we work together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 10+ long days ahead of me. (well, lets not count all the work for the other classes too...) i look forward to them. the weather has been condusive to idea-forming and list-making; exactly what i need to be doing right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps april is not the cruellest month after all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:19513</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-04-06T18:39:00</title>
    <published>2004-04-07T01:41:33Z</published>
    <updated>2004-04-07T01:41:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh. &lt;br /&gt;the weekend was nearly perfect. &lt;br /&gt;i'm amazed that all of this has stayed so much fun. who would have thought a person could stay so new for so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: the qual. i'm excited! ready. nervous. anxious to get this show on the road.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:19378</id>
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    <title>my get the hell out of portland jar is in full effect</title>
    <published>2004-03-31T03:13:07Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-31T03:13:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">1. saturday : oregon coast.&lt;br /&gt;2. may : seattle and vancouver bc.&lt;br /&gt;3. october : new york.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:18955</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-03-25T11:06:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-25T19:07:31Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-25T19:07:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i am still thrilled by sitting down at the computer to go online- &lt;br /&gt;and not having to check craigslist for available rooms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:18925</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-03-16T19:52:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-17T03:59:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-17T03:59:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i found it, it found me; &lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure which way it happened, but it happened and i have two new keys on my keychain.  soon there will be freshly painted walls, a dinner party. and later... afternoon mint julips on the back porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so relieved. all the knots are gone.  all this pleases me for many reasons, one of which is that it lends credibility to beliefs i've been test-driving for a couple years. the belief that everything will work out in the end, and everything happens for a reason.  i think i'll hang on to some of my secrets and fail to elaborate on that.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:18517</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-03-10T19:49:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-11T03:49:48Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-11T03:49:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">seriously. &lt;br /&gt;i do not want to be homeless while i take my qual.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:18331</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-03-05T17:57:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-06T01:57:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-06T01:57:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">oh oh oh!&lt;br /&gt;i found the one i want.&lt;br /&gt;please join me in crossed fingers.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:18025</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-03-04T12:50:00</title>
    <published>2004-03-04T20:52:02Z</published>
    <updated>2004-03-04T20:52:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">if i ever said i wasn't flipping out about this whole moving thing- &lt;br /&gt;well, i was lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note (?!) only seven more mondays of school.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:17790</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-02-24T16:27:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-25T00:33:18Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-25T00:33:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">maybe maybe maybe i'll find a new home soon so i can stop fretting.  a lovely home with wooden floors and big windows. a home with daydreamers. maybe i could look out the window and make up stories while waiting for the bread to finish baking. &lt;br /&gt;allofasudden panics about becoming homeless. obnoxious. due in part to too much caffeine and too much homework going undone. preoccupied.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:17551</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-02-16T22:43:00</title>
    <published>2004-02-17T06:44:21Z</published>
    <updated>2004-02-17T06:44:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">monster trucks, hearts, and legos all in one weekend?!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:17316</id>
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    <title>c'mon honey</title>
    <published>2004-01-30T00:33:11Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-30T00:33:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">seriously, &lt;br /&gt;how could one be glum with rod stewart's greatest songs to dance to?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:17085</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-01-08T22:04:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-09T06:14:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-09T06:14:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ice ice ice skating everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crossword puzzles and word games all over town. &lt;br /&gt;warming up socks and gloves on heaters,&lt;br /&gt;using girl charm in order to borrow an inflatable innertube from one of the kids sledding at laurelhurst. &lt;br /&gt;we drink more and more coffee. mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i really am going to move out. the roommate and i had a talk tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there will be surprise packages arriving in the mail any day now...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:16838</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-01-05T21:19:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-06T05:25:50Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-06T05:25:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yikes.&lt;br /&gt;i started this on the 24th of september, 2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still here.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:16585</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2004-01-05T21:12:00</title>
    <published>2004-01-06T05:22:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-06T05:22:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">wanting:&lt;br /&gt;a wig to cover up an awful haircut. &lt;br /&gt;snow.&lt;br /&gt;photographs of snow.&lt;br /&gt;a new scarf to replace the one i lost today. today, quite possibly the coldest day of the season. &lt;br /&gt;school to disappear so i can play forever, guilt-free.&lt;br /&gt;a new home with friendly and tidy people. or person.&lt;br /&gt;a trip to canada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it's time to start the 2004 listbook.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:16209</id>
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    <title>i can't stay</title>
    <published>2004-01-03T05:43:15Z</published>
    <updated>2004-01-03T05:43:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">there was snow!&lt;br /&gt;oh... it was the best introduction to a new year. for once, there was no fighting or nightmares. what a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead, there was a snowman six feet tall. coffee. warm beds and bodies. adventure and contentment all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i played chess for the first time ever yesterday. it was frustrating and intimidating to learn- and it didn't help that there was a boy one-third my age who was hanging around us showing off his knowledge of the game. argh.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a creepy man who hangs around the bookstore these days. he does not seem to get all the hints that i'm not interested. my frustration with this lead to cowardice today- first, i hid in the darkest corner of the backroom of the bookstore. later, on my lunch break, i walked around with my eyes darting around on the lookout for him. i wished i had a groucho marx disguise. if i see him again i will say, "i got married. but don't worry, i did it for money, not love." i'll laugh to myself about it later.</content>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2003-12-25T13:03:00</title>
    <published>2003-12-25T21:13:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-25T21:13:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">yes, yes, the flu makes for an excellent detox week. &lt;br /&gt;and today's just another day. i am coughing and sneezing all over the place but at least the fever is finally gone. trying to muster up enough energy to sew a bag, go for a walk, read a book, anything.&lt;br /&gt;i have called upon the help of superheros to make me well again, i watched spiderman last night and will watch batman today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i am secretly missing the anticipation i felt as a kid.</content>
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    <title>easily intoxicated</title>
    <published>2003-12-13T18:11:49Z</published>
    <updated>2003-12-13T18:11:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"twelve years ago I moved to Portland and then started my own computer systems business."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twelve years ago I was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday he was asking me out for a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;voicing my uncertainty irritated me. i don't like our fear of definitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last final is on monday. a great celebration will follow. drinks with a good friend, and the pinback show with another.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:15551</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2003-11-08T01:04:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-08T09:14:04Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-08T09:14:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so satisfied by skin and bodies. &lt;br /&gt;the way muscles stretch and limbs fold. &lt;br /&gt;a favorite e. e. cummings poem comes to mind (i remember one summer three years ago when i lived in it).</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:15347</id>
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    <title>remind me of the summertime on this winter day</title>
    <published>2003-11-06T00:21:50Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-06T00:21:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i don't fucking believe it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i construct fairy tales but never expect to live them. &lt;br /&gt;right now i can't see past the sensations, the joy and shock, to tell a story. &lt;br /&gt;later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my fingers are crossed for snow.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:14972</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2003-11-01T19:27:00</title>
    <published>2003-11-02T03:35:08Z</published>
    <updated>2003-11-02T03:35:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">my goodness. reading books for fun during the school year?!&lt;br /&gt;i can't help it. her journals suck me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me just say that an afternoon filled with setting type is wonderfully relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crush has been delightful. &lt;br /&gt;i carry around the sensations and daydreams happily, but when words are said aloud my stomach tenses for the briefest moment.  a tension so slight, i can perhaps overlook it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:drawingshadows:14717</id>
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    <title>drawingshadows @ 2003-10-21T19:13:00</title>
    <published>2003-10-22T03:41:58Z</published>
    <updated>2003-10-22T03:41:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">i might know a little something about crop circles in the neighborhood park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day began at 5:30am. "i want to smack the person who invented 5:30am. i need coffee, screw detox week."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exhausted now and still spinning from the day's pleasant company and activities.  Messed up two shirts, pants, and pairs of socks and shoes, mostly due to pumpkin-related incidences. all in a day's work, i suppose.  i cannot believe the mess we made of ourselves and my kitchen during the pumpkin pie-mix fight.  thankfully two cameras were involved. ohhh... there is a boy who doesn't mind when i throw water at him or smear pumpkin pie mix in his face! &lt;br /&gt;i also have a crush on my new shelly shoes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(there are hearts everywhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot long ago how to weave sentences together neatly. &lt;br /&gt;it frustrates me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we struggled home carrying heavy pumpkins for carving.  walked along 39th during rush hour and what felt like july weather-&lt;br /&gt;but ohh... really. the whole day just felt like summer.  such a delight!&lt;br /&gt;running around with a neighborhood friend, from one house to another to another, taking whatever may come.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my youth and i love my friends.</content>
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