primroseburrows | Entries tagged with quizzes

I have a headache, and my stomach is a little icky. I guess I can't drink Tangueray and tonic anymore. (note to self: going out after work, when said work ends at 11:30 p.m. isn't a good idea in general, y0.)
omphale23 wrote fic There's one by me, too (Caroline/Bob, go figure). Also a lovely Harry/Draco by patchfire, and lots of other wonderfulness. And it's all PG-13 or less. Head over to axial_tilt and peruse the cool. dorrie6 is a genius for thinking it all up.
So this guy on epinions.com wrote a quiz with lots of trivia and such about Canada, so I figured, sure, okay, what the hell. My answers, the actual answers, and a bunch of (sometimes) snarky comments are ( under here )
Two good reasons not to induce labour: It's mostly unnecessary, and studies are showing that it could cause autism.
Sir Elton turned 60 two days ago, and I forgot to mention it. Happy belated, dear one. I remembered, I just didn't say anything. Not that you care. Or will ever read this. Or that I'll get any dorkier than I am right now.
muskratjamboree this weekend! Whatever will I wear? Time to go shopping for clothes, I think. You have no idea how out of character it is for me to say that. Especially since I'm thinking of going to the mall. *wince*
AHAHAHAA. This is the Aussie version of Talking to Americans, only worse, because the questions are actually about America. And yeah, I know that they didn't show the people who got the answers right, but the fact that there are people that don't know this stuff is really, really sad.
And now for another episode of Geekier Than Ever: Primrose achieves YouTube, or Why You Ahould See H₂o, Liek, Right Now:

If I can do this, I can learn to vid, I know I can.
h20_wtf is still more fun than a barrel of Poli Sci majors. Wasting time has never been more ~~obsessively dorky~~ intellectual.
peacey, I owe you an email. Forthcoming, m'dear, most likely after work.
bjohan57 gave me prezzies. How cool is this, and how hard does she rock? Very, and like, woah.
The backs of my hands look like they're ninety. What can I do to make them at least look the same age as me? Not that anyone looks at them, because they're too busy checking out how far I've bitten my nails down today.
And finally, finally. I still don't like Ian Paisley, but this is very, very good news.