Last night Nikki and I hit up the premiere of The Last Airbender, which I was really stoked to see.

Ya know, I interviewed M Night Shayamalan a few years ago and he’s one of the coolest, sharpest, most intelligent celebrities I’ve encountered…and yet he keeps making movies that I wouldn’t show to a room full of death row inmates as punishment.

WTF was this movie about?! The action was good and visually, it was awesome. But the script was unbearable, as was the acting. Basically, you should see it when you’re high.

What’s worse, Paramount did an absolutely dreadful job of running the red carpet and, long story short, I cried. Yes, as in tear. Like a dorky weepy fussy baby. Idk, I’ve just been feeling really overwhelmed and stressed out lately, and a crap movie and a retarded publicist was the last thing I needed. At least they gave out Twizzlers.

But the evening wasn’t a total wash; Nikki’s hair looked super amazing, cheggit:

We ened up walking out of the movie half way through and getting drinks at Stone Rose next door. Evening = saved.