Probably Why I Do Art

I don't actually have anything to write about. I just need something do fill in my time as a captive, locked in my room with the cleaners son outside vacuuming the floor.

I also feel bad about it every single week i'm on holidays and at home because for one, my floor is never vacuumable as you generally can't see it and two, because I should really be doing the cleaning. Although saying that, the family has all come to terms with the fact that we're sucky cleaners (except mum who is a super cleaning freak) so really a cleaner is the best option as it keeps everyone happy and mum less stressed!

In other news I was lying in bed last night and thinking about the lights in my room. I have four halogens, two over my desk and two over my bed. For years I asked if i could get a light switch from my bed to turn off these lights so that when reading in bed was finished I wouldn't have to venture out into the cold air and turn them off.
It never worked.

But said halogens made me very confused and curious for a long time. You see, a few years ago we had an extension on our house which was fantastic as my brother and I now have a separate part of the house to retire to where the parents do not come in and tell us we are being too loud.

When construction started my brother and I used to rollerblade on the slab and then when the wooden foundations went up we thought it was even better because then there were obstacles.
The original part of the house is double brick, but that didn't continue into the extension (well interior wall wise anyway) Gyprock was substituted as in most housing cases and at first the wall between my brothers room and mine was AWESOME.
We could talk through it and best of all make awesome secret knocks!

Years went by and as we got computers in our rooms and started to listen to music, that gyprock wall got less and less awesome.
Today it is a pain in the arse. My brother and I listen to very different music and so as I put my volume onto maximum the bass of his crappy RnB/ Pop/Whateverthehellitis booms through that wonderful wall and reverberates around the room.

What's even worse is that his desk is on the wall right next to my bed. He also goes to sleep hours later than me.

So as I'm lying there, listening to the tapping of his keyboard and occasional chuckle, I look up at the ceiling and see the halogens in my room glowing, as if they got so hot while they were on they're still red hot and cooling down.
I wait a while but the glow doesn't go, they don't seem to cool down. I fall asleep perplexed and when I wake up and in the morning they are back to normal.

This goes on for at least a year, until one day, as I'm lying in bed my brother also decides to go to bed and turns his light off.
The glowing stops.

And everything makes sense.