So, I don't have much to say today. Other than Happy Valentine's Day. I didn't wear pink, I didn't cut out hearts, but I did get a box of tic tacs (orange ones) and a heart-shaped cherry lollipop. I taught 3/4 of my piano students today, and I fed my turtle. That is nothing new, because Tintin's always eating. (the turtle, not the cartoon-character.)
Here's to a Happy Valentine's Day, and may you have many chocolates!
Post Script--I didn't get any chocolate today, except for two Hershey's kisses. One I gave to Kara. I believe I shall go eat the other one now.
Post Post Script--on second thought, I've had lots of chocolate today. We have chocolate fondue at our house, and my favorite is the angel food cake. And the strawberries. And the bananas. And the apples. But I don't like the marshmallows.
Post Post Post Script--I'm sorry for such a senseless post, but my fingers and my brain are both really tired. I'll try to have something a bit...more sense-full?...soon.
Post Post Post Script--I'm sorry, but I keep on thinking up things. I'd like to ask prayer for a speech tournament that I'm doing this Saturday. I'm kinda nervous, and I kinda am afraid of messing up, and I kinda don't want to do it right now. Thanks.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
The Re-Writin' Queen
So, guess what.
I've been working on this book since I was twelve. I was inspired three years ago in December to write this book when my friend and I started playing with the family humidifier. Our humidifier has since... *sniff*...passed from this life (i.e. the thing was, like, twenty years old and finally went ka-chunk), but its constant stream of refreshing mist emitting from its little vent-thingy inspired an epic idea.
My epic idea turned into the story of a fourteen year old serf/peasant/slave named Ehra who could control water (inspired by the steam from our late humidifier) and banded together with five other folks--mostly kids--to overthrow an evil tyrant. Okay...like that's an original plot.
I wrote the whole thing in one notebook that I got for my 12th birthday. I still have that hallowed notebook--its cover is just about ripped off, but it has this beautiful illustration of a horse coming out of the ocean at sunset. All throughout the margins are my little doodles and drawings.
So, I typed it up and thought I was done. I was so proud of myself.
About half a year later or so, I read my story through and I realized what a badly written, cliche thing it was. Which led to...rewrite number one.
I don't think I got very far with rewrite number one. I guess it just peetered out, but even that small snipped was an improvement. The plot was slightly more original and the writing style was much improved.
Well, like I said, I didn't get very far with rewrite number one. So onto rewrite number two. By this time, I decided to completely ditch the plot I had started out with. Ehra was no longer Ehra, and she was no longer fourteen, and she was no longer a serf that had control over the element of water (thank goodness!). She was Ehrathiwel (which sounds much more noble), she was a pagan priestess (don't worry--she was headed for reform!), and she was nineteen years old. I also ditched some of the original characters, sticking with the ones that fit in my new plot.
I think I tried to write the new-and-improved version about four times. Each time, I got about to the same point before I gave up. Something was missing from the story. I first imagined Ehra as this happy, quiet, optimistic, nice girl; now Ehrathiwel was this angsty, depressed, semi-emo sorceress.
Just yesterday, after pondering my story long and hard, I decided to start all over again. And basically, I'm back to plot number one with some definite improvements.
In one way, I'm really glad for all these rewrites. I experimented with all these different plots, and now the plot I'm going with is kind of a mix of them all. Ehra's back to being a serf again, but guess what--I also have some semi-emo sorceresses in the mix as well. I'm making Ehra slightly less angsty, but definitely with enough issues to fully round out her character (as opposed to making her Miss Sugar and Spice).
Ehra's not the only character to benefit from all these re-writes. One of my favorite characters, Maethar (who appears often in this blog if you look back at some older posts), is greatly improved upon from my very first draft. For instance, his name. He was actually called 'Maki' in my first book, and 'Maki' is an awful name. It reminds me of, like, macaroni and cheese or some kind of fish. Or a Big Mac at McDonald's.
Why did I post this here instead of at my writing blog? (pull up my profile and click on 'Traveling Tales' if you want to go to it because I'm too lazy to link it up). Because my story, inspired by our angelic humidifier, may it rest in peace, is as much a part of me as myself is apart of me.
Gee, that sounded confusing. What I meant to say is: that story, whether or not I publish it and become all famous and stuff and have screaming fans paying a hundred bucks for my autograph (like that will ever happen), has really grown on me.
Any of you all have a story that's grown on you?
I've been working on this book since I was twelve. I was inspired three years ago in December to write this book when my friend and I started playing with the family humidifier. Our humidifier has since... *sniff*...passed from this life (i.e. the thing was, like, twenty years old and finally went ka-chunk), but its constant stream of refreshing mist emitting from its little vent-thingy inspired an epic idea.
My epic idea turned into the story of a fourteen year old serf/peasant/slave named Ehra who could control water (inspired by the steam from our late humidifier) and banded together with five other folks--mostly kids--to overthrow an evil tyrant. Okay...like that's an original plot.
I wrote the whole thing in one notebook that I got for my 12th birthday. I still have that hallowed notebook--its cover is just about ripped off, but it has this beautiful illustration of a horse coming out of the ocean at sunset. All throughout the margins are my little doodles and drawings.
So, I typed it up and thought I was done. I was so proud of myself.
About half a year later or so, I read my story through and I realized what a badly written, cliche thing it was. Which led to...rewrite number one.
I don't think I got very far with rewrite number one. I guess it just peetered out, but even that small snipped was an improvement. The plot was slightly more original and the writing style was much improved.
Well, like I said, I didn't get very far with rewrite number one. So onto rewrite number two. By this time, I decided to completely ditch the plot I had started out with. Ehra was no longer Ehra, and she was no longer fourteen, and she was no longer a serf that had control over the element of water (thank goodness!). She was Ehrathiwel (which sounds much more noble), she was a pagan priestess (don't worry--she was headed for reform!), and she was nineteen years old. I also ditched some of the original characters, sticking with the ones that fit in my new plot.
I think I tried to write the new-and-improved version about four times. Each time, I got about to the same point before I gave up. Something was missing from the story. I first imagined Ehra as this happy, quiet, optimistic, nice girl; now Ehrathiwel was this angsty, depressed, semi-emo sorceress.
Just yesterday, after pondering my story long and hard, I decided to start all over again. And basically, I'm back to plot number one with some definite improvements.
In one way, I'm really glad for all these rewrites. I experimented with all these different plots, and now the plot I'm going with is kind of a mix of them all. Ehra's back to being a serf again, but guess what--I also have some semi-emo sorceresses in the mix as well. I'm making Ehra slightly less angsty, but definitely with enough issues to fully round out her character (as opposed to making her Miss Sugar and Spice).
Ehra's not the only character to benefit from all these re-writes. One of my favorite characters, Maethar (who appears often in this blog if you look back at some older posts), is greatly improved upon from my very first draft. For instance, his name. He was actually called 'Maki' in my first book, and 'Maki' is an awful name. It reminds me of, like, macaroni and cheese or some kind of fish. Or a Big Mac at McDonald's.
Why did I post this here instead of at my writing blog? (pull up my profile and click on 'Traveling Tales' if you want to go to it because I'm too lazy to link it up). Because my story, inspired by our angelic humidifier, may it rest in peace, is as much a part of me as myself is apart of me.
Gee, that sounded confusing. What I meant to say is: that story, whether or not I publish it and become all famous and stuff and have screaming fans paying a hundred bucks for my autograph (like that will ever happen), has really grown on me.
Any of you all have a story that's grown on you?
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Tagged by Morgan J.
I'm getting nostalgic. I remember when tags were, like, all the rage back when I first joined blogger. My dream for months was to be tagged, and when I finally did I just about cried for joy.
Oh, to be back in the good ol' days.
Here are the rules, which I copied from Morgan's blog.
1) post these rules
2) you must post 11 random things about yourself
3) answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post
4) create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer
5) go to their blog and tell them they've been tagged
My Eleven Random Things
1) When do you think you will finally be "grown up"? I pretty much am right now.
2) History or Math? Uh...usually I'd say history, but I'm having a really hard time on a history paper and math was really easy last week. So I'd say math for now.
3) Coffee lover or no coffee love? Are ya kidding?!? Of course I love coffee! I can't live without it! Seriously, I can't. I get raging headaches if I skip for one day, which I unfortunately did on the day I took standardized tests last year. I think it affected my scores, unfortunately.
4) Shopping with friends or going for a hike? I don't like shopping, so I guess hike.
5) Do you have lazier vision to, or are you gifted with amazing peripheral vision? I guess peripheral. Last night during the shooting match the light out of the corner of my eye was bugging me to an incredible extent. See, someone a couple spaces across from me holds their air-rifle in a shooting position that blocks the main glare of the light, but when they move it there's this sudden flash. Does that make sense?
6) Chess or Checkers? To be honest, I don't like either. But I guess I prefer checkers.
7) If you could be a great artist or a famous musician which would you be? I'm more on track for musician.
8) Read or write? I prefer to write
9) If you could would you be taller? Hah, NO.
10) Which is scarier heights or public speaking? I don't mind either.
11) Do you get random words stuck in your head or is that just me? Yeah, and random pictures bother me as well.
Onto eleven questions I must make up for the tagee.
Oh, to be back in the good ol' days.
Here are the rules, which I copied from Morgan's blog.
1) post these rules
2) you must post 11 random things about yourself
3) answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post
4) create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer
5) go to their blog and tell them they've been tagged
My Eleven Random Things
- I am re-reading The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien
- I am wearing a Washington Capitals hockey sweatshirt
- I am also wearing socks
- My watch is on my right wrist
- I have a headache, for which I just took pain meds five minutes ago
- I am learning about stereotypes in Spanish
- I just realized I left our Christmas Wreath on our front door
- I participated in a shooting match last night
- I got mixed up about the date, also last night
- I get mixed up about the date often
1) When do you think you will finally be "grown up"? I pretty much am right now.
2) History or Math? Uh...usually I'd say history, but I'm having a really hard time on a history paper and math was really easy last week. So I'd say math for now.
3) Coffee lover or no coffee love? Are ya kidding?!? Of course I love coffee! I can't live without it! Seriously, I can't. I get raging headaches if I skip for one day, which I unfortunately did on the day I took standardized tests last year. I think it affected my scores, unfortunately.
4) Shopping with friends or going for a hike? I don't like shopping, so I guess hike.
5) Do you have lazier vision to, or are you gifted with amazing peripheral vision? I guess peripheral. Last night during the shooting match the light out of the corner of my eye was bugging me to an incredible extent. See, someone a couple spaces across from me holds their air-rifle in a shooting position that blocks the main glare of the light, but when they move it there's this sudden flash. Does that make sense?
6) Chess or Checkers? To be honest, I don't like either. But I guess I prefer checkers.
7) If you could be a great artist or a famous musician which would you be? I'm more on track for musician.
8) Read or write? I prefer to write
9) If you could would you be taller? Hah, NO.
10) Which is scarier heights or public speaking? I don't mind either.
11) Do you get random words stuck in your head or is that just me? Yeah, and random pictures bother me as well.
Onto eleven questions I must make up for the tagee.
- If wishes were fishes, what would you eat for dinner?
- Do you carry many bags with you? (take that to mean whatever you want to)
- How long have you been blogging?
- Do you wear a watch?
- If yes to the above question, on which wrist do you wear it?
- Are you left handed or right handed?
- Are you a believer in duct tape?
- If you called a dog's tail a leg, how many legs would a dog have? (hint: look up quotes by Abe Lincoln)
- How many staplers are in your line of vision?
- Are you a paper person or a glowing screen person?
- How many Easter Eggs are in your line of vision?
I tag:
Milisande at Little Miss Simplicity
Kendra Lynne at Magnificent Obsession
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Checklist Woes
I am in the habit of making check-lists for myself. I write down every single thing I need to get done that day, putting a box before each item, and then I do them.
Correction: I try to do them.
I honestly wish you guys could see my checklists. They are loooong. Someday, when I have less things on my checklist (ha-ha), I'll take a picture and share it with you. Usually, I'll have ten or fifteen things that need to get done, and these aren't ten or fifteen measly little five-minute tasks. These are ten or fifteen 'read half of 1 Kings and one third of Proverbs makes up one single item'' things.
It's a huge stretch for me to get them all done. And I'm not procrastinating (I say as I type on blogger). The only takes I break [I mean breaks I take--seriously, I did not do that on purpose and now I am laughing hysterically as I read it over] are for the sake of my sanity (what's left) and my concentration (what concentration?). Everything else is work-work-work, from one mega task to the next, until it's late at night and it's time for me to construct the checklist for next day.
Actually, I suppose I have it easy. My next door neighbor is my age, my grade, but goes to public school. Evidently, she has ten hours of homework each day. I did a double-take when I first heard it, because that means if she gets home from school at 2:00 and hits the books right away she'll be done at midnight. Yikes. Okay, maybe my checklist ain't so bad.
Correction: I try to do them.
I honestly wish you guys could see my checklists. They are loooong. Someday, when I have less things on my checklist (ha-ha), I'll take a picture and share it with you. Usually, I'll have ten or fifteen things that need to get done, and these aren't ten or fifteen measly little five-minute tasks. These are ten or fifteen 'read half of 1 Kings and one third of Proverbs makes up one single item'' things.
It's a huge stretch for me to get them all done. And I'm not procrastinating (I say as I type on blogger). The only takes I break [I mean breaks I take--seriously, I did not do that on purpose and now I am laughing hysterically as I read it over] are for the sake of my sanity (what's left) and my concentration (what concentration?). Everything else is work-work-work, from one mega task to the next, until it's late at night and it's time for me to construct the checklist for next day.
Actually, I suppose I have it easy. My next door neighbor is my age, my grade, but goes to public school. Evidently, she has ten hours of homework each day. I did a double-take when I first heard it, because that means if she gets home from school at 2:00 and hits the books right away she'll be done at midnight. Yikes. Okay, maybe my checklist ain't so bad.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Quiet Sunday
Church...football...sleeping in reasonably late...friends...waffles (for dinner, which will hopefully be soon)...um...quiet?
As I'm typing, every few seconds I look over my shoulder at Tintin, the extremely brilliant family turtle whose stupidity is unbounded. But hey, he's cute. Cute people get away with just about anything.
So, as I'm alternately watching Tintin and the computer screen, I'm trying to see if there's anything worth reading that went on today.
Of course there's church. Excellent sermon (as usual!) on being uncompromising and united on the Gospel, lunch afterward with some really yummy desserts...
Oh, there's something interesting. Food! So, when it comes to lunch at church, usually all the young folks pick their friends and they all claim one table. No different today. There's usually an older-teen table, a young lady's table (where I was at, of course), a girl's table, and a boy's table. Of course, it's nothing official. It's just where the different groups of friends sit. And so I was at the young lady's table, and we were right next to the boy's table. Incredibly boisterous lot right behind our backs. So our pleasant, lady-like conversation is interrupted every few seconds by 'HAH!' or 'GIVE THAT BACK!' or 'TAKE THAT!' or 'OUCH!', and then cackles of laughter.
So that's how lunch went. I hope your Sunday was just as pleasant.
As I'm typing, every few seconds I look over my shoulder at Tintin, the extremely brilliant family turtle whose stupidity is unbounded. But hey, he's cute. Cute people get away with just about anything.
So, as I'm alternately watching Tintin and the computer screen, I'm trying to see if there's anything worth reading that went on today.
Of course there's church. Excellent sermon (as usual!) on being uncompromising and united on the Gospel, lunch afterward with some really yummy desserts...
Oh, there's something interesting. Food! So, when it comes to lunch at church, usually all the young folks pick their friends and they all claim one table. No different today. There's usually an older-teen table, a young lady's table (where I was at, of course), a girl's table, and a boy's table. Of course, it's nothing official. It's just where the different groups of friends sit. And so I was at the young lady's table, and we were right next to the boy's table. Incredibly boisterous lot right behind our backs. So our pleasant, lady-like conversation is interrupted every few seconds by 'HAH!' or 'GIVE THAT BACK!' or 'TAKE THAT!' or 'OUCH!', and then cackles of laughter.
So that's how lunch went. I hope your Sunday was just as pleasant.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Strangely Calm
I was preparing for a huge jolt as I screwed up my stamina to touch the electric barbed wire of school work (okay, that's quite a simile), getting ready to feel like 'butter spread across too much bread' (or is it 'scraped' instead of 'spread'?) as I get back into all the busy-ness and chaotic-ness and so-many-things-in-my-head-I'm-going-insane-please-just-let-me-go-to-sleep-ness of life after Christmas Break.
And so, because I was bracing myself for impact, I was surprised when things weren't nearly as bad as I thought they were going to be. In fact, I feel relaxed. I feel like I can focus, and do things because I want to instead of rushing on because I don't have time to stop.
My most time-consuming courses are probably History and Literature, but my classes didn't meet this week. I also didn't have Spanish or Geography to worry about. Which is, y'all, pure coolness. Not that I don't like Spanish or Geography.
See, I really enjoy my classes, but when they all pile up it's hard to enjoy all those subjects that on their own are fascinating but with a gazillion and two more things to do become brain-grinding.
I have a public speaking Chapter meeting this Friday, and currently we're working on impromptu. In competition, this means you are given a topic and have one minute to prepare a two minute speech, which you give to the judges immediately afterward. It requires a large amount of training, and to be honest I am really not comfortable in the limited-prep speaking field. If you think about it though, this is the type of public speaking that we use the most (conversations, for example). But to structure something entirely in your brain, without writing it down, and then giving a speech, is a lot harder and a little more pressurized than just talking to someone.
The impromptu is probably the only thing that has caused some stress this week, but I really think it's under control. We have a great group in our Chapter. I'm one of the student leaders--SLs--, and usually I get out of the homework because I (and others) are the ones who lead and prepare the meetings. But our sponsor (i.e. adult leader in the Chapter) wanted us SLs to do it this time because we all need impromptu practice. Extemporaneous speeches, interpretations...yeah, we do that all the time. But impromptu...let's see. The only time I've actually done an impromptu assignment is last year in Chapter before I was an official student leader. Yeah, so I'm expecting to bomb. But like I said, we're all friends at Chapter. =) If it won't kill me, it'll make me stronger.
Looking forward to watching Cars 2 tomorrow night for the first time ever! Cars is one of my favorite movies, so this one had better be good!
And so, because I was bracing myself for impact, I was surprised when things weren't nearly as bad as I thought they were going to be. In fact, I feel relaxed. I feel like I can focus, and do things because I want to instead of rushing on because I don't have time to stop.
My most time-consuming courses are probably History and Literature, but my classes didn't meet this week. I also didn't have Spanish or Geography to worry about. Which is, y'all, pure coolness. Not that I don't like Spanish or Geography.
See, I really enjoy my classes, but when they all pile up it's hard to enjoy all those subjects that on their own are fascinating but with a gazillion and two more things to do become brain-grinding.
I have a public speaking Chapter meeting this Friday, and currently we're working on impromptu. In competition, this means you are given a topic and have one minute to prepare a two minute speech, which you give to the judges immediately afterward. It requires a large amount of training, and to be honest I am really not comfortable in the limited-prep speaking field. If you think about it though, this is the type of public speaking that we use the most (conversations, for example). But to structure something entirely in your brain, without writing it down, and then giving a speech, is a lot harder and a little more pressurized than just talking to someone.
The impromptu is probably the only thing that has caused some stress this week, but I really think it's under control. We have a great group in our Chapter. I'm one of the student leaders--SLs--, and usually I get out of the homework because I (and others) are the ones who lead and prepare the meetings. But our sponsor (i.e. adult leader in the Chapter) wanted us SLs to do it this time because we all need impromptu practice. Extemporaneous speeches, interpretations...yeah, we do that all the time. But impromptu...let's see. The only time I've actually done an impromptu assignment is last year in Chapter before I was an official student leader. Yeah, so I'm expecting to bomb. But like I said, we're all friends at Chapter. =) If it won't kill me, it'll make me stronger.
Looking forward to watching Cars 2 tomorrow night for the first time ever! Cars is one of my favorite movies, so this one had better be good!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
What I'm Trying To Do This Year
As our pastoral intern at our church said last Sunday School, "the date doesn't effect our heart issues" [or something along those lines]. He was mainly talking about certain kinds of resolutions like, "I resolve I won't get angry at my siblings this year" or "I resolve that I'll think before I act this year". If it involves a heart issue that needs to change, we're going to need more than a date to make those resolutions.
Not to say there's anything wrong with those kinds of resolutions. But so many people make those kinds of commitments on January 1 without realizing that it would have been just as well as if they decided not to get mad at their family or act foolishly on March 1, or November 1, or June 26.
Then again, there's something about the new year that makes things seem like a clean slate. But it's not a real clean slate. The only clean slate we could ever get is if God overlooks our sins because we're covered by His Son's blood.
And because I have that real clean slate, I'm going to really try this year to keep my resolutions. Some of them are practical, some are pretty typical, and some deal with those certain heart issues that really can't be fixed by the date alone.
What are y'all's resolutions?
*[footnote for #5 on the Resolution List] The sequins were actually falling out of the skirt. All around our house is a trail of silver, glittery sequins from that thing! I got it from Salvation Army, and at first I thought "Who on earth would get rid of such a comfortable, pretty skirt!". And then I realized that every time I moved or caught a thread, it would shed half a dozen sequins. From some of the stitching that attached them on the skirt, it looked as if the original owner had tried hand-sewing them back in, got tired of it, and donated it. The original, machine-attached sequins were sewed on so that if you pulled at the right thread absolute scads would fall out! So yesterday I had fun pulling every single one of them out, and then I vacuumed them all up (took a while because they clogged the vacuum cleaner). [end of footnote]
Not to say there's anything wrong with those kinds of resolutions. But so many people make those kinds of commitments on January 1 without realizing that it would have been just as well as if they decided not to get mad at their family or act foolishly on March 1, or November 1, or June 26.
Then again, there's something about the new year that makes things seem like a clean slate. But it's not a real clean slate. The only clean slate we could ever get is if God overlooks our sins because we're covered by His Son's blood.
And because I have that real clean slate, I'm going to really try this year to keep my resolutions. Some of them are practical, some are pretty typical, and some deal with those certain heart issues that really can't be fixed by the date alone.
- Time with God every day. I've been trying to get into that habit for sooo long! For my birthday, my grandparents gave me a year-long devotion plan by Charles Spurgeon (as I recall--forgive me if I got that wrong). Each day focuses on one particular Bible verse, and the devotion itself is very short. But it's also very rich and thoughtful, and encouraging. It literally takes just a minute, but it's encouraged me to set aside that time for God. I guess something that short and uncomplicated really doesn't leave me with the "I don't have time--I guess you'll wait, God" excuse (which I've used in the past *sheepishly* =)
- Exercise as often as I can. I absolutely refuse to let myself get caught up on what I'm eating/how I look. I exercise because it's fun and because I love it and because I find myself in a much better mood afterward and because it helps me on concentration. This is not connected to me trying to lose weight in any way, because I'm not. Yeah, I'm not very slim, but that doesn't matter. As long as I eat wisely and I'm not experiencing health problems, I'm going to let my body settle on the weight it feels comfortable at.
- Try out makeup. Okay, I've always been known as the unfashionable, un-girly kid. I played baseball, love sports, hang out with my brother...but that doesn't mean I'm a tomboy in the slightest. I just want to try using a little bit of makeup for a few weeks and see what happens. I want to see if it makes me uncomfortable or if it's really a pain to put on/wear/take off. So it's really an experiment. =)
- Stop wasting time. My biggest idol is entertainment. Like sports. And animated movies. And I think I'd be scrambling about trying to get school work done less often if I waited for the fun stuff after I get everything done that I have to.
- Keep my room clean. Honestly, this isn't a huge problem with me. I'm the list-maker, neat-freak, organized-person in my family. You will often see me going around the house when I'm bored cleaning up. But I'm so busy, and I do so much in my room, that things can build up. Let me see...clothes, binders, papers, sequins that I ripped out from a skirt because they were annoying*, more clothes, books, socks...and I'm sure there's more.
What are y'all's resolutions?
*[footnote for #5 on the Resolution List] The sequins were actually falling out of the skirt. All around our house is a trail of silver, glittery sequins from that thing! I got it from Salvation Army, and at first I thought "Who on earth would get rid of such a comfortable, pretty skirt!". And then I realized that every time I moved or caught a thread, it would shed half a dozen sequins. From some of the stitching that attached them on the skirt, it looked as if the original owner had tried hand-sewing them back in, got tired of it, and donated it. The original, machine-attached sequins were sewed on so that if you pulled at the right thread absolute scads would fall out! So yesterday I had fun pulling every single one of them out, and then I vacuumed them all up (took a while because they clogged the vacuum cleaner). [end of footnote]
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