What would you call this

It was about, I'd say, 12:15 a.m when I finally realized it was far too hot in my room to actually fall asleep. Even in January in CANADA my room is still unbearably warm.

After turning on two of the lights in my room and sitting up a bit more in my bed, I opened Instagram having high hopes. I was let down. So here I am now writing this short story? I'm not quite sure how to use this app. I think I've mostly got the hang of it....

Haha nope it's almost as confusing as tumblr. Ugh I'm such a noob, a tired, tired noob, a tired and confused noob who keeps accidentally pressing the voice recognition button God damn it my parents are sleeping I mustn't wake them.

This story is pretty interesting so far, huh? Don't worry you don't have to humour me, I know it's quite odd but now it's 1:30 a.m so what did you expect?

Find out soon if I will comprehend how to edit this story.