Hello my name is Elizabeth Barron Colt,
I am 24
years old, a short story writer, and getting a Master's in English at
New York University. I grew up in an upper-middle class neighbor hood.
I
am the only child of Marie and Charles Colt. My father was an
investment banker and my mother, was well mother. She mostly attended to
the community, a real busy bee. I started writing when I was seven. It
started as poems, little nursery rhymes. I could never come to writer a
long story, it seemed to become boring, plus my brain would lose track
of the thought. I am a fantasy writer, many of my stories are about
medieval times and alien planets.
I am a terribly shy
person, I would like to talk however I was shut down many times by my
mother. I had to act proper, but I was very clumsy. I am passionate,
whenever I talk it is with enthusiasm and passion. Conversation is key
and what makes us so human. The want to be heard and to listen. I have
very low confidence in myself. I did not apply for Mr. David Osslow's
publishing company, one of my friends did. I was surprised when he
called and asked to meet me for dinner. I like to stay in. I also never
eat dinner, it disgusts me so I was nervous about coming to the dinner.
I
love to tell stories. To transform someone into your world is magic and
should be experienced. I am kind, I was taught to do right by people. I
find humor in dark things, otherwise how could you continue- my mother
taught me this. Many times I am awkward and tend to say things that are
wrong socially, I try to stop myself.
Yours,
Elizabeth
List:
Elizabeth Barron Colt. Daughter of Marie and Charles Colt. Short story writer. 24. Shy, awkward, embarrassed easily, quirky. Loves knowledge, curious, incredibly smart, started writing at 7. Cares about appearances, but I think that I am not beautiful, I am self conscience. I am nearsighted. Imaginative, creative, inspiring, kindhearted, sweet, generous, hilarious. Come from upper
middle class, but I consider myself to be without a class, since I do
not have much money. My parents are not as supportive about my career. I
am loving. I always have the best intentions. I am innocent. A virgin.
Like a wallflower. I am passionate, and enthusiastic when given the
chance to talk. I am contemplative, and understanding about art. I am spontaneous in situations often do to my nerves. I have an eating disorder due to the dinners with my parents. I can not eat dinners, however i have a sweet tooth.
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Monday, February 4, 2013
The Art of Dining Monologue
Elizabeth Barron Colt:
She turned on the gas and opened that big mouth of an oven door and stuck her head in... with her hat firmly in place.
It must of been quite a sight mother down on all fours, trying to fit her head in without knocking her hat off...
Oh dear I shouldn't laugh...
Well, after she'd been in there for ten minutes or so, getting groggier and groggier, something went wrong.
The paper machè trinkets on her hat began to sizzle and explode like little firecrackers.
Within moments the entire hat was in flames. she came to like a shot and raced to the sink... her head actually cooking!
She turned on the water full blast... Her hat and her hair was consumed... but she survived.
She joked about it afterwards... after the hospital stay and plastic surgery... about almost having barbecued herself like some amazing delicacy... some exotic roast!
"I BET I WOULD HAVE TASTED DAMNED GOOD!", she used to say, smacking her lips.
My mother is very beautiful, you know... she's so beautiful... people turn around.
Here are photos to reference:
She turned on the gas and opened that big mouth of an oven door and stuck her head in... with her hat firmly in place.
It must of been quite a sight mother down on all fours, trying to fit her head in without knocking her hat off...
Oh dear I shouldn't laugh...
Well, after she'd been in there for ten minutes or so, getting groggier and groggier, something went wrong.
The paper machè trinkets on her hat began to sizzle and explode like little firecrackers.
Within moments the entire hat was in flames. she came to like a shot and raced to the sink... her head actually cooking!
She turned on the water full blast... Her hat and her hair was consumed... but she survived.
She joked about it afterwards... after the hospital stay and plastic surgery... about almost having barbecued herself like some amazing delicacy... some exotic roast!
"I BET I WOULD HAVE TASTED DAMNED GOOD!", she used to say, smacking her lips.
My mother is very beautiful, you know... she's so beautiful... people turn around.
Here are photos to reference:
Friday, January 25, 2013
The Art of Dining Monologue
So Jacquelyn,Lets get down to business, to defeat the judges.
You have been receiving a lot of favor lately. God really loves you. Not only are you going to the CTG workshop, you have 12.3 units at school, don't forget the .3 You also have a mother and father, and grandmother who care and support you. Your mother has planned the entire San Fransisco trip for your audition at Julliard. She was able to get a four star hotel for 1/5 of the price, and tickets for a train at 10-15% off. She is amazing, make sure you TELL her, you ungrateful daughter <3 I say this so that no one thinks I'm fucking crazy for doing this monologue.
Love, Jacquelyn
Anyways drum roll pleasssseee.........
Here is your first monologue to work on.
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