Dude, FML.

So I'm driving home from the football game, and I'm about 10 minutes away from my house and I turn left at this light. I'm in the middle of turning, and my car fricking STOPS in the middle of the road. The wheel gets really hard to turn, and I barely manage to get to the side of the road (there was no shoulder) and it just coasts to a stop, and it won't go at all so I turn it off. I freak the @$%# out and call my dad, who, along with my mom and sister, is conveniently out of town for the night. He tells me to try to start it again, so I do, and it starts and I stay on the phone with my dad while I drive over the bridge. There is only a tiny bit of gas in the car, so I think that might be part of the problem. I'm almost to the gas station, when it does it AGAIN. So I pull over onto a side street and restart it AGAIN, and cross the road to the gas station. As soon as I got gas, it was fine. But the thing is, I wasn't completely out! My dad said that he thinks that has something to do with it, though, and that it's not good for the car to run on only a little gas.
So that was not fun at all. But I got home, and now I'm fine. I'm home alone though, and just a little freaked out, which I know is stupid. I don't think I would be if it hadn't been for the car incident. Also, about half an hour ago I heard A NOTE ON MY PIANO. I freaked the @&#$ out again, and I walked into the living room and it was my damn cat. I related this story to my best friend on facebook; her response? "Clare, it's ok to say fuck." I'm like, wow, thanks for the sympathy.
Other than these two incidents, I've had a pretty decent day. I think I'll blog more tomorrow; I should probably get ready for bed.