Totally Clueless: Goodbye To The Hills

So I'm kinda actually sad about The Hills ending. I've spent the past four years watching this show that is 75 percent music and scenery shots, 15 percent drunken fueled, scripted drama, 8 percent incest and 2 percent Heidi Montag's fake breasts and although its provided some great background noise and US Weekly covers, I'll never miss anything like I'll miss Laguna Beach. Since my high school experience was more E True Hollywood Story than MTV, I lived vicariously through these people. Here is a look back on the show that launched The Hills and made these delightfully vapid humans household names.

Lo was always my favorite and still is. She calls it like she sees it and seems to be the least affected person of the bunch.

Who can forget the love triangle between LC, Kristin and Stephen. I was always on team LC, she isn't actually a fame whore and was smart to skip The Hills before Spiedi took over and showed us what George Manson was like before he had followers.

God Stephen is a ten. Why wasn't he on The Hills and more to the point how did he date Hayden Panettiere for so long?

How can you not be on team LC after Kristin's choice in accessories. That is a chocker. A legit chocker. Apparently when producers developed the idea they originally wanted it to be at Beverly Hills High School, but the school wouldn't play so they moved to Laguna. The high school agreed to allow MTV to shoot inside but they needed to see the scenes and approve the story-line ahead of time. Three-hundred students auditioned for the show, but they couldn't find their go-to story line. The name Stephen kept popping up and producers scrambled to find the bro that send ladies hearts aflutter. After they tracked him down, in a library of all places, he revealed the pubescent, torrid romance between him, Kristin and LC and bam, they had their plot. All seemed as tied together as a yearbook and then Janet Jackson had to go let Justin Timberlake go to second base with her during the MTV produced Superbowl halftime show and the school pulled the plug. What could've been the end turned into the show's saving grace; we now got to watch the crew hook up in hot tubs, drink out of Poland Spring water bottles and talk about feelings on the beach.

and here are some pigtails... Photos MTV

After this crew graduated and the show became unbearable, producers got wise and went back to LC, their Golden Goose and followed her into Los Angeles as she "attended" fashion school and "worked" at Teen Vogue.

LC pulled the ultimate buckle by not going to Paris to stick around with D-bag numero uno on the left.

I feel bad for them; if I had to live my awkward wardrobe choices in front of the world... sorry I just trailed off to the days where I thought Lilly Pulitzer was next to Christian Dior.