The REAL (and completely cliché but totally perfect) meaning of the season.

So this past week (2 weeks? 3 weeks? 2 days?) has been like a hurricane.

A hurricane...of singing. And homework. And responsibilities. And unfortunately, not a hurricane where winds take you up and help me fly. That did not happen.

I went to the white house last weekend to sing for tourists with my choir. It went really well.

 It was pretty great. The house smelled like pine, on account of the horrendous amounts of pine decorations and trees. It was grand, but crowded with lots of decorations. I feel like a very hatable critic when I say that I wish the atmosphere was better. The decorations were gawdy, and the actual historical pretext items were few. I wish it had been more tastefully, classically beautiful, decorated. It just seemed like  bunch of rich people saying, "THESE DECORATIONS ARE PRETTY AREN'T THEY?" With repeated, "HUH? HUH? HUH?"'s.

Then the next day, went to church, left early, played with a quartet at a restaurant, then came home and caught up with homework and online christmas shopping. Monday, I had a gig at the Genetti during school. Tuesday, I had a gig after school. Wednesday, I had a  YW meeting at 5:30, seminary at 6, mutual at 7. Thursday I was free. Friday I went to watch a movie with friends (not the hobbit), then went to Dunkin' doughnuts, then went ice skating. Today, I went to the mall with a friend. All in this week, I've been asked to formal, been in the newspaper, failed an English quiz which my teacher gracefully exempted from my grade already, played a school concert by a combination of musical performance and marathon sprinting from one end of the stage to the other during the blackouts in between sections, achieved a %100.8 in chemistry, and talked to a lady in a shopping line about her deceased great dane who weighed 100 pounds.

It's been quite the FIE-asco.

I've been slowly losing the motivation to do anything, and tonight i've just felt burned out and completely drawn of christmas spirit. I watched this though:

http://www.lds.org/media-library/video/christmas?lang=eng&start=13&end=24#2009-12-42-what-shall-we-give

and felt a little better.

This week, (well, all weeks I would love to be this way but especially this week) I've decided to be kind and cheerful and gentle and patient. These are the qualities I need to work on, and as i watched the video I realized that the reason I feel dreadful is that these qualities have not been present in my persona the past week or so because the spirit of christ has been kicked out of me the last few days because the spirit of perfectionist christmas shopping and performance caroling have overstayed their welcome. THAT WAS THE MOST RUN ON SENTENCE I'VE EVER HEARD I CAN'T BELIEVE MYSELF WHAT AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE OMYGOSH.

I hope everyone realized this, and doesn't overlook the cliché meanings of this time of year. They are only cliché because they create the kind of holidays people want to repeat. :)