Improv everywhere!

These guys are hilarious! They get a bunch of people to do these crazy things; in, i think New York........anyways there very funny!

In this one they all freeze in Grand Central Station.

oops!

here's one i forgot!

random photos!?

There's this guy at our church that takes pics of random people. i wanted to be one of those random persons so my friends and i volunteered. Here they are. 

Looking so nice in our suits!

Ummm.......another poem?

They all say "hey" when I walk by.
They all know me cause I'm not shy.
I used to let people know who I was.
I'm a man of God.  I've got it all because
I had a good life growing up in the church.
My dad's the pastor, so I had a high perch.
I made some mistakes and asked for forgivness.
He gave it to me without a second glance.
I took that and liked it a lot,
So maybe, I thought, I could do it again and not get shot.
But it didn't work, nope it did not.
I wasn't doing terrible stuff like smoking pot,
But it wasn't good and I finally got straight.
Now I worship the Lord and not the things that he made.
This concludes my poem, but one thing more
If you follow God, you'll get to heaven for sure.

The Man With No Left Eye

This is a story I started writing on my ipod. It's still in the makings but here's a sneak peek!

The man with no left eye

The wall blew open. Heat covered my face. Men poured in. Guns. Explosions. Death. Darkness.
I'm awake. White walls. A man. A familiar man. He has no left eye. Darkness.
I'm awake again. Scientists. I count 5. That familiar man. They're coming toward me! I try to scream but I can't. They're smiling. I scream! They're on me. Darkness. Nothing.

 My name is Charles L. Stevens. My friends call me Charlie. I work as an accountant at the office of worldwide insurance.
"Charles!" My angry boss yelled. "Yes sir" I called. "You call this work! There's nothing here worth saving!" I sighed quietly. He was looking at my reports. "Sir, please. I was very tired when I did this." "You think that's a good excuse?!" He fumed. "No sir, it's not." I said. He looked at me with a mix of sadness and anger. "Listen. Your work here lately hasn't been the best, and, well, I'm gonna have to let you go." "Sir? Ummmm alright." I said quietly.

Poetry (rap)

Actually, this is a rap, but I can't say that since my mother checks this blog... soooooo........it's a poem!  Oh, and...ummm, Dominique, I'm sorry for jumping on your idea. lol.

Hey, it's me, the preaching M.C.
I'm gonna preach God's word.
Unlock it with a key.
Don't you see, JC inside of me?

I got it all from that church named CLC.
Man, God's the number one G.
That's not the trinity.
See...I see what He did for me.

Jesus' Word is beast and that's all with that one key.
Holy father, spirit, and the son.
That's 3 in one and I'm not done.
God don't need a gun to show you church is fun.

Oneness ain't a pun
And church ain't dumb
So don't come up in here
Acting like a nun.

Youth Retreat!!!!!!!!

My youth group does this going away trip every year. It's called, Youth Retreat!



This is the flyer for it!

We stay in cabins and have really good services. Near the end of the three day trip we have a big snow tubing event, and ride a mountain coaster! The trip is for Friday night, all of Saturday, and Sunday morning. On Sunday we go to a small church of about fifteen people and fill it up. I've never been and I think I'll really enjoy it.