Currently Desperate

I really want to know what my Chinese name means. I don't like the way it sounds, so maybe I'd like what it means.

What I know:
My mom tells me that my name is a pair with my brother's and comes from a Chinese idiom meaning beautiful and wise. I got the beautiful, my brother got the wise.
So, my name is 毓秀 and my brother's name is 鐘靈. See the joke here? To write his name, you need to be super smart and remember all the strokes (because nobody ever taught him short-hand.)

What I found:

钟灵毓秀 (鐘靈毓秀) zhōng líng -yù xiù

[a place endowed with the fine spirits of the universe;be endowed with supernatural talents]
Word by word:
钟/鐘: (noun) clock/time, bell, large cup. (verb) concentrate, meet, sustainable
灵/靈: (noun) spirit, soul, intelligence. (adj) accurate, sharp/nimble, handsome
毓: (noun) rear, to be full of
秀: (verb) bear, grow. (adj) beautiful, flourishing, exceptional (noun) flower, lord

Assembling the names:
So my name, 毓秀, means something along the lines of to grow full of beauty.
And my brother's, 钟灵/鐘靈, means (definitely not clock, bell, or large cup) a soul/person who is intelligent, handsome, clever, and able to do all this with great skill and redundancy.
Boy, he sure got the better end of the deal.

My own definition:
In three words, a blessed child. If they were to have the full phrase... or even just the first part of the phrase... I WANT TO BE SMART DARNIT! NOT PRETTY!! I DON'T WANNA BE DUMB!!!

Conclusion:
Well, I guess you could say my brother and I are almost twins... at least in my mind. I feel like our names fit us, because when we work together, we become extremely good at whatever we're doing. We think alike and do the things the same way. We have enough common sense to avoid some situations and invade others. We're both quick to adapt, so even when sometimes I'm a little slow, he either fills me in with a very informative nutshell or just work around it.
It's like we're two vital parts of a living creature; he's the brain and I'm the heart, and together we function and survive. Without the brain, the heart would pump pointlessly and only get the bare minimal to survive done. Without my brother, my grades would be way lower than it currently is. Without the heart, the brain rots. When I'm not bugging my brother into doing something, he becomes a social recluse, locked in his own room, letting his life pass.
This sounds a little extreme and unbelievable, I know. But our families have taught us to take care of each other for all our lives. When we need help, we don't run to the grown-ups first, we deliberate with each other. If we run off, the important thing is to not get separated. Even now, we're supposed to stick together no matter what. In a way, we're creepy close and it's a weakness, but without it, I don't think I could believe in such a thing as happiness.