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Do white girls with no bum hurt themselves when they sit down?

So there we are banging out routines. My heads crazy confused because being in Birmingham has messed up my daily routine. We're all sweating like we're in a sauna and we sit down to have a break and the floor is wet. We lean against the wall and the wall is wet. Confused, we look up and see that the whole studio is wet with our sweat!! And to top it off, sweat was dripping slowly down the wall on to our choreographers laptop. We go out to our complain to the owner who's actually one of my mates and she says 'Oh yeah, there's a damp wall in there.' Whoever said dance was glamorous was seriously not at THAT rehearsal.

Up in Brum with Naomi. Found a gorgeous coat in Oasis for 40 quid from wait for it............... £130!!! And me and Naomi still had the cheek to negotiate on it for 20 min. We ate at this really cool place called 'Around the World in 80 dishes.' The chef kept asking me if I liked it hot and spicy. Took me ages to work out that he wasn't talking about the food. Naomi asked me whether white girls with no bum hurt themselves when they sit down. I couldn't stop crying with laughter. Then we debated it with the lady siting next to us on the train. Must of been weird for her seeing as Naomi was saying it and she's white and blonde. But I like to pray that the blonde hair isn't making her come up with this randomness. The lady did agree that she did think it would be painful.

Sent out cv's to publishing company's for work experience as I have holiday of work on the 14th of Feb. Only prob though I think I sent my Dear Penguin letter to the BBC, Random House and Bloomsbury. Oh dear

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