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Quite recently, I went Youtube exploring. I ended up on a video that tells you how to pick a combination lock.

The video was posted by a user named HelpMeBeHelpful, and he's pretty darn awesome, I'd say.

For the past few days, I've been experimenting with different variations of the trick in the video. You need a metal sheet, and some scissors. He got his metal from a soda can, and I find that that is the most effective and efficient since it's cheap and thin enough to fit in the lock.

After cutting and folding the metal, you end up with a key, sort of.

I tested out what size metal, and what shape to cut. I think I made it better than HelpMeBeHelpful. LOL. Mine looks better works slightly faster.

Maybe that's just because I'm good with crafts.

You also needed to eye out fractions. I'm good at that too.

HelpMeBeHelpful, if you're reading this, you're awesome! blaugh

After finalizing my lock-picking key, I tested it on combination locks I have at home. At first, I seriously doubt the video. I just couldn't get open my locks!

Today was a friend's birthday.

Wency, if you're reading this, happy birthday! heart

As a girl-tradition kind of thing, we came to school early and decorated her locker.

"Too bad we don't know her combination," I heard someone say.

"Hold on.." I thought.

Conveniently, I did have one of my lock-picking keys with me, and I managed to open her lock, first try.

Turns out, Dudley locks are good locks. I can't break into them.

Master locks, from a brand actually called "Master," are probably the worst lock out there. They are popular, but they break too often, and they don't function as smoothly as they should.

...and I can open them. With ease.

I was pretty proud of myself, having opened someone's locker. I felt... awesome.

I felt a sense of superiority, as I know something that no one else does.

The school day played out normally.

After school, I went to this boy's locker. It was number nine, for those who've read my past entries. He finished getting his stuff in his backpack, and locked his lock.

While he was still standing there, I just walked up (encouraged by my friends who wanted me to do it. I wanted to do it also, to an extent...) and picked his lock.

I examined it. It opened on the left, I saw. I held it in my hands, and I could feel number nine's stare right behind me.

I took out my lock-picking key, and picked his lock. Then I hid the key, and I heard gasps.

Turns out, there had been a WHOLE BUNCH of my classmates standing around me.

I have this aura of being and oddball. People usually aren't surprised when I do something like that.

Thing is, number nine's lock was broken at the beginning of the year. He replaced it last week, maybe the week before of something. I was happy and sad.

I was happy because it meant that his locker was now secured from everyone except him. Previously, people would just open his lock because they can.

I was sad because this meant that not even I could get into his locker.

...not like I would want to but..

Now, with my new lock-picking ability, the only people who can access his locker are us; him and me.

And yes, "me" was used correctly there.

I'll get into "and me" and "and I" stuff in another entry.

Anyways, I created something to share with number nine: his locker.

LOLOL. xd

So what, I'm creepy? It's fun. You should try it. blaugh

Anyways, I've got homework to do, as usual.

Thanks for reading, and goodnight if it's nighttime!



Also, I realized that when I say "number nine," it sounds like I'm playing five boys. xp I'm not, I can assure you. It's a reference to his former jersey number. 'Course this would all be old information if you read previous entries. razz

So... yeeap. Bye byes!