new years blues

so this new years wasn't very great. i was supposed to go to a masquerade, one which all my friends were attending. I even went to Berryville to get my prom dress to wear to the masquerade. I showered, put make up on... and it was probably the best make-up job I've ever done too, fixed my hair... and waited. Then waited some more. It was already well after 8:00, probably close to 9. Marshall should have been home around 6. And he was no where to be found. I called continuously hoping that he'd pick up, but he never did. He finally called me at 11:30. An hour and a half after the party had started to tell me that he had worked a double shift. I was really pissed off. So I washed all my make up off, brushed my teeth, and tried to go to sleep. But I couldn't sleep because I kept crying. So instead of bringing in the New Years surrounded by friends, I was all alone. Instead of counting down and shouting, I was sobbing into my pillow. And instead of being happy, I was sad and mad. This was probably the worst New Years I've ever had.
All Marshall had to do was to call me and let me know he was working a double shift before he started his second shift. That's all. I would have gotten a ride to the party with my friends and then I would have had a good night/New Years. Now, Marshall's sleeping downstairs on the couch because I told him that in order for me to forgive him and give him a kiss, he'd have to go clean the hamster cages right then. And he kept refusing. But it's not even like I would have made him if he at least pretended like he was going to. I would have said "you know what Marshall, you can do that later..." but unfortunately for him, that's not how things worked out. He didn't seem sorry enough to do anything to make it up to me... which is what people normally do and say. He treated the whole situation like a joke. HA.
Did I mention he broke his phone in half? Yeah, that's how grown ups handle their anger.
So hopefully the rest of the year doesn't suck as much at the first couple of hours. It can't get much worse can it? Well it can, but I feel like I've already had enough to last me through the year. I don't know if Marshall will even be able to wake up in time for work. That will probably suck for him if he doesn't. But it's not my fault.