December 25, The Loft

I just got home from Genovia. The speech was, well, I guess you could say it went all right. It just came after being jet-lagged for about two days. There was a lot of stuttering on my part, but I don't think I disgraced myself too much. I gracefully accepted my position as the Princess of Genovia. There's no backing out now. I just got online to check my e-mail, and Michael was on! We talked for a few minutes. Here's how our conversation went:

CracKing: How was Genovia?

FtLouie: Pretty much okay. I kind of garbled my speech, but I think every one pretty much got the point. I accepted the position.

CracKing: Really? I had no idea!

FtLouie: Honestly, Michael, sometimes I wonder about you.

CracKing: Sometimes? I was hoping it was all the time!

FtLouie: I have to get off. Mom and Mr. Gianini just got home.

CracKing: I hope that you'll come by sometime this week and visit me and Lilly.

FtLouie: You know good and well that I'm coming over tomorrow.

CracKing: Yes, I know. I'm just messing with you.

FtLouie: Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Maybe I should start out by introducing myself. According to my grandmother, (and most of the country of Genovia) I am Amelia Mignonette Grimaldi Thermopolis Renaldo, Princess of Genovia. Most of my friends call me Mia.

My grandmother is the Dowager Princess of Genovia. She is very aristocratic, and is usually most worried that I'm going to use the wrong fork at dinner.

My mother, Helan Thermopolis, is an artist. Her artwork has been put on hold, temporarily by the elopement with my Algebra teacher, Mr. Gianini, just under two months ago. She is currently expecting her first child. I am not sure if this scares me at the moment or not. She just got home from her Lamaze classes.

My father, Artur Christoff Phillipe Gerard Grimaldi Renaldo, is the prince of Genovia. He is the reason I am heir to the throne of Genovia. He survived a battle with testicular cancer, but it made him sterile, and now I, his illegitimate child, have to go to daily torture sessions to learn the proper way of using a fish fork at a royal dinner.

Mom is calling me down to dinner. Must have picked up something from Number One Noodle Son, which is her favorite Chinese restaurant. Despite my harping about how shellfish is bad for a developing fetus, she insists on eating it at least twice a week.