Hello to you, Journal!
Today, Victoria left a DVD on my desk. Some American movie called "Little Shop of Horrors," and it was the finest piece of horticultural comedy that I have ever watched! The singing carnivorous plant did a spectacular job. I researched the movie on IMDB, and I was saddened to see that this botanical beauty wasn't even nominated for one award. The part where Audrey II ate the dentist was an excellent climactic action plot turn! I cried at the end when they killed the plant.
I wonder what Victoria was trying to tell me with this strange present. I know what I gleaned from this cinematic masterpiece, though. I shall name my plant Seymour, after the movie's protagonist! Thank you, Victoria, for the excellent inspiration.
Victoria thinks my plant is dangerous, and she is considering filing a request for a new roommate. I hope she doesn't leave, Seymour has really been growing attached to her! I'm not kidding, the vines are literally curling around her arms right now. Can a plant have feelings? Why is it acting so strangely?
I shall keep you updated as events occur, dearest journal!
Forever always,
Jade St. Sinclair.

Journal.
Today, when Victoria sat down on her bed to do her homework, the Taskmaster's Whip reached around her arm and *pinched* her. It used its little thorny bits to PINCH her! In my humble opinion, she had it coming. But that is no excuse for rude behaviour, don't you think? I gave the plant a stern talking-to. Victoria let out a string of curse words in a multitude of languages, some so far-off and ancient that time had forgotten them.
I'm quite confused about the plant's behaviour, and I wonder if plants can be trained like animals. Perhaps I can teach it not to hurt Victoria (or anybody else, on that note), or to be a guard dog, if you will! Oh, this adds an entire new layer of excitement to my experiment!
I'm still incredibly concerned about the early maturation of the plant. Taskmaster's Whips are not supposed to gain sentience until they are at least 10 weeks of age... and it's only been less than one week. Oh, journal, pray for my safety as I venture into the unknown!
I wonder what I shall name my new pet. Brothers and sisters, fellow students of Psychic High, do you have any suggestions? You may contact me in room 1025, in the Bromley dorm, or you can whisper my name thrice at midnight when the moon is a crescent. If you must, just talk to one of the invisible cats and tell them Jade sent you.
I watched @Maryann Tulip digging in the soil the other day. I couldn't tell what she was up to, but I infer that she, like me, is an avid aspiring horticulturist! I do hope she and I can become friends.
Until the end of this world and the next,
Jade St. Sinclair

Dearest darlingest journal,
Happy, happy, happy Valentine's Day! Love is in the air here in Psychic High. I mean it literally hangs in the air and emits a red aura. It's slightly unsettling.
Oh! Speaking of love, the little vines curled into a heart pattern on the floor when I woke up this morning! Isn't that just precious? I've been monitoring their growth and it seems that they won't stop growing! I've deprived them of sunlight, 'forgotten' to water them and frankly I'm starting to get a tad bit worried myself... but a little garden never hurt anybody, right?
I'm grateful that I made it through my first Friday the 13th here at Psyhigh without any incident. I've gotten wind of rumours concerning other students who weren't so... lucky.
After half an hour of meditation, I remembered where I got the plant from! Mum's friend gave it to me at my going-away party this summer. Mrs. Crocker, I think?
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Blimey. One of the vines just wrapped itself around my hand and made me move all over the keyboard! Oh, how exciting! I know that Taskmaster's Whips are supposed to be sentient, but I don't know if they're supposed to mature this early...
Oh dear.
Yours in eternity,
Jade St. Sinclair

Excellent news, Journal!
Dr. Woffordshire has just informed me that the Scientia Board is allowing me to conduct my experiment! And their timing couldn't be better. The vines are beginning to crawl across the floor, and they seem to grow every time I look at them! Oh, I just cannot wait to begin my data collection.
In other news, I've been rooting (heehee) around school and asking various students, tentacle monsters, and a couple of the stray cats that hang around the quad if they know anyone who has gardening expertise. One of the cats told me about an old man named @Garden Joe who maintains a beautiful garden somewhere on the campus. I've tried to contact him, and eagerly await his response.
Victoria has stopped talking to me completely, and she glares at my vines with the iciest contempt. Dear journal, what do you think is wrong with her? She should appreciate this miracle of nature, not scorn it!
Well, that's about it. I plan to begin the experiment tomorrow.
Until then,
Jade St. Sinclair

From the desk of:
Board of Scientia
Psychic High School

Dear Dr. Woffordshire,
After an intense 6-hour prayer session, an hour of chanting in tongues to the Elder Gods, and a brief telepathic conversation with the Spongiform Unimind, we have decided to approve your request! Ms. St. Sinclair has the school's permission to proceed with her experimentation. We wish her all the best.
Do great things,
Board of Scientia

DELIVERED AT XX:XX PM ON XX/XX/XXXX

From the desk of:
Dr. Lucius Woffordshire II
9th Grade Experimenaltism Teacher
Psychic High School

Dear Sir or Madam,
I am writing on behalf of Miss Jade St. Sinclair, a student in my Honors Experimentalism class who is interested in conducting an interesting experiment in the name of horticulture. Miss St. Sinclair has shown much potential as a scientist and a psionic, and performs exceptionally on tests and quizzes. She is new to PHS, but I believe this young lady's experiment is promising and your approval in this matter is much appreciated.
Many thanks,
Dr. Woffordshire


DELIVERED TO THE ELDER CHAIR OF SCIENTIA AT X:XX AM, XX/XX/XX

My dearest journal,
Upon returning to my dorm to get my books for Dimensional Dichotomy, I noticed the vines from my little bedside garden were curling around the legs of my bed! How exciting! Victoria isn't going to be too happy, though. She absolutely loathes dirt and soil. I do hope she doesn't notice by the time I've finished cleaning it up.

Dr. W got back to me about my extra-credit assignment. He's going to try and get clearance from the Scientia board president, so I'll have to wait. He did give me an atlas of plants and invited me to try and determine which species my little viney friend belongs to, in the meantime. My best guess is a 4th dimensional plane variety of the Taskmaster's Whip, but I don't know.

I am still new to this wonderful school, and Victoria is virtually my only friend as of today. But maybe this will change in the future! I'm still trying to decide which extracurricular to join. After DD, I'm heading to the Club Fair to see what my options are.
Forever yours,
Jade St. Sinclair

Dear Journal,
Today we had an assembly on course selection for classes next year. I'm debating whether I want to go into AP Alchem or Pataphysics. Either way, I know I'm taking that course about familiar care! I think working with the animals and choosing one to be my familiar seems like a really great life experience! A warlock in my Occult class told me that the soul-binding process is painful. But my roommate says that's not true, it's just a rumor that the upperclassmen made up to scare us! I hope she's right, journal.
Speaking of hope, good news! The little terrarium by my bed started growing again! The vines are bigger than ever, and my roommate is only slightly scared. I don't think there's anything to worry about. I wonder what kickstarted the plants' growth again-- was it that weird green stuff I took from lunch last week? I don't know. I'll keep you posted, dear journal! I'm going to tell Dr. Woffordshire and ask him if I can borrow some monitoring equipment to start experiments. Maybe he'll give me extra credit!
Oh, shoot. I've got to get to Markitechture before I'm late.
Yours always,
Jade St. Sinclair