All of my friends are at the Silverstein concert & I'm stuck at home on a Friday night.Why, you ask?Because of the torture they call the SAT which I will be taking bright & early in the morning.As I sit here bored out of my mind my thoughts wander.I think about everything, but mainly just life.How people act and how they treat others.Here's the product of my boredom:Isn't it ironic . . ....