If you can read this, you’re spying on me…

After hopping the East River again, I’ve landed north of 14th Street (which is a first), on the eleventh floor of my brand new dorm. It doesn’t quite feel like home at the moment (I almost sound like Josh). That is, Maria and Emily haven’t moved in yet and I’ve put off unpacking because I’m half sick and half in denial. It’s like my body craftily plotted and enacted its revenge for being forced to work nonstop all summer. As for the view from my huge windows? Not bad – the Met Life Tower surrounded by apartment buildings as far as the eye can see (which, in this case, isn’t very far because several apartment buildings are blocking my view).

According to Wikipedia, the Met Life Tower was the tallest buildling in the world from 1909-1913.

Oh, there’s also a poster in a window across the street that reads: If you can see this, you’re spying on me. It makes me think about how many people could be spying on me right now, what with my blinds open and desk light on, while I awkwardly blow my nose and type this entry. Then again, I’m sure I’d be watching my neighbors if I were staring out my window and someone’s light happened to be on. Voyeurism: every New Yorker’s favorite pastime – it’s like live reality TV!

Anyway, I’m going to bed in a last-ditch attempt to sleep off this sickness. Welcome Week officially starts tomorrow, meaning much of downtown NYC will be aflutter with fresh(men) faces as anticipation floats in the air like allergy-inducing pollen. As a rising junior, my plan consists of the following: avoid thinking about my future career while memorizing these new avenue names (Lexington, Park, Madison, Broadway, 5th) and enjoying the remaining days of summer vacation.

Update: some Spybusters (?) dude posted what I wrote about voyeurism in his security blog as the “Quote of the Day – A New Yorker Ponders…Surveillance.”  Internet microfame, here I come, ha.