Drunk Monkeys... remind me of my friends

Happy 1st Snow Day UNH! I hope you're all celebrating the same way as me, recovering from last night, doing absolutely nothing and preparing for round two tonight. It's not going to be UNH's Greatest Semester Ever without a little effort.

I'm not going to lie, despite it being a really crappy winter, I'm not going to complain about waking up to this sight this morning:

For the first time since Halloween, it finally feels like winter at UNH.

Although, I am patiently awaiting a Union Leader editorial bashing UNH for cancelling classes because all of our liberal professors' hybrids can't drive in snow.

Snow Day!

So all week I had been brainstorming different joke posts for today. Last year Corey and I wrote a couple each and we had planned on it again, but it's just been to crazy lately I never got around to it. Then TNH beat me to it this morning (let's just say I was at the bar when we got the UNH text alert last night and it quickly turned from casual drinking to a rager into the wee hours of the morning.) TNH did a great job with their stories, they are definitely have a deeper meaning behind the jokes. Yesterday I had settled on the idea that I was going to post that classes had been cancelled and the text alert system was down, especially once the storm came... but then classes really did get cancelled. Fail.

So, now I'm just sitting in my living room and it is too late now to pull a good blog joke so I'm going to go in the opposite direction and open up a little here. Now that I am 21 I feel more comfortable writing about certain things. I've always wished to have my name out there. Being anonymous only hurts my credibility. So here goes nothing... I am a junior, I live in the Gables, my favorite color is green, my favorite beer is Newcastle Brown Ale (PBR when I'm poor), whiskey is my favorite hard alcohol although I do love Tenure Polish Vodka and Sailor Jerry's Spiced Rum, baseball is my favorite sport (I played all through high school) and I also love skateboarding and skiing. My name is Pete Zorbrist. Don't believe me? Try facebook.

Stay classy, not UMassy.