Dear Blog and the one random guy who reads it

My dad is over. Yay.
I have stuck my earbuds in and found a show to switch to in case he has the gall to walk through my door and try and speak to me.
But I doubt he will.
I just heard the front door open and I think he is leaving.
He's taking my little sister with him. She's gonna spend a couple of nights with him.
I really wish she wasn't going with him. Even though the responsibility of taking care of her all weekend while mom is gone will be lifted from my shoulders, I would rather have her be with me than with our father.
This whole separation thing is working great for him, he only has to be our father when he feels like it. Yep, awesome for him.
I think he's gone. Unless he wants to chat with my brother before he goes. Thats a definite possibility.
That is all.
P.S. He also stole Netflix from us. That is just one thing you can't get up from.